From the archives: a hot air balloon makes a giant exclamation point on some trees as it lifts off the ground on a humid Central Florida morning.
It’s as if the shadow is expressing the joy of human flight. “I’m airborne! It’s the triumph of the human spirit over gravity! I can finally live out the dreams of ancient man and rise up into the sky…”
Or, only slightly less inspiring:
“Holy shit! This wicker basket and fabric envelope can actually fly!“