Terrifying gracefulness
Danny Macaskill is amazing, and wonderful in that “nevermind what you thought the limits were” way. I’m always amused by YouTube comments like “I wish I could do that!” however. Start with natural talent AND spend ten thousand hours or so practicing, along with lots of money and considerable time in hospital, getting corporate sponsors and sacrificing relationships and who-knows-what-else along the way, and you wouldn’t need to wish.
The setting of this video is especially poignant, because I knew a photographer who died exploring an old railyard like this. Some of the moves are… well don’t try this at home, kids. (Don’t mind the music – it gets better in about thirty seconds)
Want more Macaskill? I’ve posted him before in a stunning urban bicycle ballet that brings tears to my eyes. (h/t to alert reader WeeDram, who has made some wonderful photos of our county’s abandoned railyard before it was torn down.)
“Please sir, I want some more” you say? I must oblige: check out his new video in the green island countryside: Way Back Home. You won’t look at castles or tank-defense emplacements the same way again.
Thank you for the h/t … I keep recalling all the fun and enjoyment of making the photos. I’ve slowed down considerably, but still hold the intention of spending lots of slow, deliberate time with the Toyo.
And yesterday I received a near perfect black OM-2n for a friend in Ontario, which I am supposed to take to him next time I’m in country. Damn. He may never see it; being a dirty rotten thief just became a reasonable option. Insufferable beauty.
Just amazing. Wifey pointed out how his balance seemed better on the bike. I suppose that is to be expected.
Is something wrong with my Refresh? Why doesn’t the Decrepit have a new post?