In a world myriad as ours, the gaze is a singular act: to look at something is to fill your whole life with it, if only briefly.
In 2018, I climbed the tallest peak in the contiguous USA, Mount Whitney. From the summit, I remember looking down (slightly dizzy from the thin atmosphere) and making a resolution to return to its sister site: Death Valley.
A seemingly endless expanse of forbidding landscapes, Death Valley is a place made magical because it sits at such extremes....
I’m a pessimist because of intelligence, but an optimist because of will.
You probably don’t need to look at the airspace map over New York City to guess: there are very few places where it looks like you can fly in Manhattan proper without LAANC waivers. But that’s not the end of it! A 1948 city law (written more for flying saucers than for drones) prohibits taking off or landing outside of airports or heliports....