Aerial photography recall
From: Amanda Steggell
Subject: A desert walker request
Date: April 11, 2009 12:04:08 PM GMT+02:00
To: Annesofie Norn
Dear Annesofie
I hope that you can help me with my writing about Desert Walker.
I would like you to try to recall the experience of
1. Surveying, photographing and making video recordings the salt playa from the plane.
In particular the physical experience of viewing the area via a camera.
For example; what did it feel like when you zoomed in on a specific area?
2. Recording the performance event form the plane.
Again, start with your physical experiences and perceptions.
If you could write in English I would be delighted.
thank you in advance
xxxa
From: Annesofie Norn
Subject: here it is
Date: April 24, 2009 5:29:05 PM GMT+02:00
To: Amanda Steggell
Dear Amanda
Hope you can use this.
Hugs,
Annesofie
That red metal box was the smallest plane I’ve ever been in. Two chairs just after each other. The propeller was manually pulled until it cached life. The steering connected to two strings would run along the walls and you had to be careful not pulling those strings. Both of the walls (sides of the plane) could open which was great for filming, but also chilling sitting there only with a safety small belt on. We had headphones for communications – the wind was roaring and the plane pretty lively – and he (the pilot) kept asking me thousand questions while I just felt that I should concentrate on not falling out. Actually he told me that he had considered to commit suicide lately, but I choose to take it as a joke.
We approached the salt flats. It was amazing to see the curving horizon and the drawings of straight lines with different colors of salty water cutting through the wild landscape. First I could only see the center where Per and Amanda were filming from and then the walkers scattered like tiny dark drops into the endless white uniting in the center and scattering again to all sides, pacing the sides of the square, then turning towards the middle. Over and over again.
We were circling around over the square, from high above, distant, on the side, on the other side, very low over the ground. I was constantly filming and occasionally taking photos. The wind was very strong and I had to cling on to the camera to keep it from shaking while starring into the screen to catch the walkers and there changing formations. Often the wing would come in the way when the real good shot was there and we would all the time have to search for new directions and be very alert to catch the moments.
After half an hour with endlessly rotations realized that I started to get very nauseous as well as really cold, but somehow I managed to give it less attention and concentrate on the task. After one hour we where low on gas and returned towards Wendover.
