The GoPro® in one of the last of the great roadhouses, 20 January 2015.
An extraordinarily large percentage of young people–the hormone-driven set—know exactly what a GoPro® camera is. Not too long ago, I did not. Then late last summer while the resident artist and I were at an outdoor concert venue buried way, way back in the woods to the north of here—a gathering place for some delightful lunatics, we found–I noticed a small drone hovering over the crowd. It had a tiny camera mounted underneath. Upon investigation I learned that the operator was taking aerial videos of the festivities.
I routinely rail about the consumerism that is rampant in our world today, but for some reason my own consumerism bothers me not a whit, particularly when I am in the grip of it. I purchased a GoPro® camera a few weeks ago and now regard it as yet another example of the miracle of miniaturization. It is obviously not the equivalent of a 35 mm digital SLR. However, what it does it does well in both the single-shot and video modes.
Which all brings me to the question of how I am going to use my new GoPro® camera. It will obviously never be clamped to my helmet as I skateboard or bike a motocross course. I last jumped out of airplane with a parachute decades ago and have no immediate plans to do that again. Still, I have no doubt that something will occur to me.