Is it simply wanderlust or maybe pushing a person’s very immortality? A feeling of power? Being selflessly brave, totally free, no ties or responsibilities that makes certain people take the ultimate risk to push themselves nearer and nearer to the edge of the cliff of life? Further and further to that precipice place where a revolver of chance will decide whether they may live or die? Whether they are a spy in the sky, an ice and snow land gulper, a mountaineer, an explorer or a depth stroller the one thing that they have in common is the lack of value of their very being. I’ve often wondered why that would be? Wherever they may go or whatever they may see could surely never be as beautiful as the morning sun dancing on the flowers. It will dance long after their time is gone but why make that time shorter? The value of a second in time to a dying man is worth more than every diamond in a mine.
A lone adventurer flying in a current of wind came into the view of my camera – a spy in the sky!
Spy in the sky