Lovely and very cool. I think hang gliding comes pretty close to pure flight, at least the view from one looks very much like that video when flying close to terrain working ridge lift. I stopped having flying dreams after flying for several years. I miss the dreams. Wingsuits look like fun, but I’m to old for that much adrenaline, maybe it’s time to buy another glider or at least take a check ride.
No thanks on the squirrel suit! I’ll take a nice, safe waterfall ice climb before one of those contraptions.
Cool video! I’ll be looking for more of those. He was terrain flying, and I found it interesting what and how we went along. We have one of the largest riparian populations here; it’s nothing for me to see a dozen or more hawks per day, without trying very hard. Bald eagles often perch in my front yard in the tall trees. My favorite sightings are the rare visits by Golden eagles.
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
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Lovely and very cool. I think hang gliding comes pretty close to pure flight, at least the view from one looks very much like that video when flying close to terrain working ridge lift. I stopped having flying dreams after flying for several years. I miss the dreams. Wingsuits look like fun, but I’m to old for that much adrenaline, maybe it’s time to buy another glider or at least take a check ride.
No thanks on the squirrel suit! I’ll take a nice, safe waterfall ice climb before one of those contraptions.
Cool video! I’ll be looking for more of those. He was terrain flying, and I found it interesting what and how we went along. We have one of the largest riparian populations here; it’s nothing for me to see a dozen or more hawks per day, without trying very hard. Bald eagles often perch in my front yard in the tall trees. My favorite sightings are the rare visits by Golden eagles.