Narcissus weeps to find his image does not return his love.
– Mason Cooley
“Why, Jon, why?” his mother asked. “Why is it so hard to be like the rest of the flock, Jon? Why can’t you leave low flying to the pelicans, the albatross? Why don’t you eat? Jon, you’re bone and feathers!”
“I don’t mind being bone and feathers, Mum. I just want to know what I can do in the air and what I can’t, that’s all. I just want to know.”
This is one of my images from the eclipse. Lisa and I traveled to Cadiz, Kentucky. I found a trailer that was in the woods and on a bit more than an acre of land. My friend, the Norse, came up and met us there. It was my full intention to get all of the most magnificent images that I could. That is why I chose a place with low light pollution and right in the center of the eclipse path.
But when it happened, I only got a few shots off. Because it was glorious. Truly glorious.
These ‘lone wolves,’ people like to call them, you’ve got to look at them not like a lone wolf but an individual operator who’s been convinced in their head, brainwashed, whatever, that this is the way to go. And they will carry out their assaults systematically throughout.