Monday, October 11, 2010
It might be hard to see him, but he's there. The urban night owl, hanging in the husk of a tree overlooking Chattanooga. Feel like one myself this evening. Seems like cities get more interesting at night - everything happening is highlighted by absent familiar things that aren't. Suddenly the land is transformed, the city floats into context, focused by its own alien light. The northshore goes all Marty Stouffer. That owl swooped down to assert the waning of the year on some helpless rodent. Tonight I got a load of crannies and nooks on the river's industrial bend. We're squatting cool in the flood plain of a flowing highway. Such a two-way imprint, people and place. There's so much urban exploration to be done - how did I ever forget? Two wheels get you closer.
Fifty two cameras, one button. Enough to make you sweat and pine for some ridiculous break where several dorks on a scaffold can retweet your shred so well my face feels salty. So what if it's a wave pool...these guys invented bullet time, and this footage invented awesome. Here's how they did it. Rad.