Cat Stevens may well be followed by a Moonshadow but I get the uneasy feeling that I’m being pursued by a rather large bag of hot air. And while this may indeed be the fortuitous harbinger of the lucky breaks in weather I’ve been having of late, it’s starting to give me pause.
When they first began, the sightings were a novelty, a curiosity of sorts. Buzzing me on a rooftop shoot in Los Angeles seemed harmless enough. Then it popped up again at a football game in the mid West where I was photographing the newly opened stadium. Mere co-incidence, of course.
Back in San Francisco, it hung around for weeks. Slipping in and out of the fog banks like a dolphin on a bow wave. I watched it from the balcony of my apartment. And all that time, I swear, it was watching me too.
The next time I saw it, my suspicions began to grow. This dare-devilish bag of gas was dive bombing the barges plying the Hangpu River in Shanghai, much to the amusement of the unsuspecting holiday crowds along the Bund. Now that’s a long way from San Francisco…..
But why here? Why now? Time and time again it returned, passing close above me with its bland, lawn-mower like engine sputteringly mocking gravity’s will. I scurried away down narrow alleys, circuitously winding my way back to the relative safety of the hotel. Still, a sense of unease had descended upon me and I couldn’t shake the feeling that somehow, my every move was being observed…
Forward a few months to a busy few days in Guangzhou…
At first it was a faint recollection, a subtle trigger in the back of my mind.. I turned an ear to the wind to listen, as if someone had called my name from a distant hill. The hairs on the back of my neck tingled as the insidious sputtering grew more distinct….