I remember the first time I ever saw the paragliders, I was amazed. People can fly.
They weren't falling, they weren't propelling themselves through the air, they were simply floating. The beauty of their sails and the gentle moving with the breeze is hypnotic and entrancing.
I suppose they are a bit like kites, except for that, kites fight the oncoming wind and are tethered to the Earth.
Paragliders are neither here nor there. For a time they are not tied to any worldly assumptions or rules. Gravity is a concept at the back of their minds.
When I watch them shifting back and forth along the ocean banks I feel they are surreal. I am looking at them through the barrel of my camera but they seem not to notice I am in the same time and space with them. They are the observer and I am the observed. I wonder how I look to them, down here without wings.
I remember the first time I ever saw the paragliders, I was amazed. People can fly. 
They weren't falling, they weren't propelling themselves through the air, they were simply floating. The beauty of their sails and the gentle moving with the breeze is hypnotic and entrancing. 
I suppose they are a bit like kites, except for that, kites fight the oncoming wind and are tethered to the Earth. 
Paragliders are neither here nor there. For a time they are not tied to any worldly assumptions or rules. Gravity is a concept at the back of their minds.
When I watch them shifting back and forth along the ocean banks I feel they are surreal. I am looking at them through the barrel of my camera but they seem not to notice I am in the same time and space with them. They are the observer and I am the observed. I wonder how I look to them, down here without wings.
