I was in northern Arizona a few weeks ago to do some pickup shots for a kind of pilot for a reality/travel/mystical experience TV show being developed by a French shaman. One of the shots was to be him on the top of a mountain at sunset. We were sprinting up this extinct volcano

with friend of his halfway between the car and her son. It was not an easy run with the camera and my age plaguing me. And it was the only time in my life that I almost vomited from exertion.

When we got there two guys were parasailing. They found the goings on with the camera and the people fascinating so the sailed on by often to see what we were doing.

And that’s okay, I’d love to have been one of them, flitting about the clear skies, but mostly they were ruining my shot.