Thursday, April 5, 2007

When you get there, there isn't any there there. . .

(My apologies to Gertrude Stein.)

April 29, 2006, I was involved in a pretty cool ISP -- aerial art. Thousands of people were to have gathered on the beach, where we wanted to form the image of a Live Oak Tree and the word "HOPE". Unfortunately, the weather conspired against us. The thousands became approximately one hundred -- one hundred who would spend hours being sandblasted while we waited for the helicopter, which kept not arriving thanks to the high winds. But the indignity didn't end there. Because our grey and khaki didn't contrast well with the sand, somebody broke out giant black trashbags which we cut holes in for our heads and got to wear. Except for me. I instead got to wear a TL's green sweatshirt!

(Once more The Sun Herald does not seem to have archived their write-up, but it did end up on WLOX.)

Here's a picture of the final product. Move your cursor over the image to find me!



And if you're interested, here's a view from the ground.

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