Let’s lead with this…

Just 8 frames later was how quickly I lost the camera.

I now join the ever-increasing number of UAV pilots who’ve crashed their aircraft.  I should make it clear that it was 100% pilot error.  Luckily it did NOT involve any other people, buildings, or vehicles (including aircraft).  I can tell you that it had everything to do with me being rushed in the moment trying to capture the perfect lighting on an incredibly cinematic scene.  And guess what, I got the shot!  I suppose that’s the photographer’s mantra (after “ƒ8 and be there”).

Long story short (here goes) reception officially starts at 7pm:

1. Took a little longer with the bridal party that I had anticipated (family waiting for pictures at ceremony site). 6:45
2. Arrive, sprinting, to waiting family. Have to set up aerial platform fast to capture that fading, but awesome, sunset.  6:50
3. Finish setting it up and ready to fly.  Guests now waiting for dinner.  6:55
4. Line up shot and start flight.
5. I continue flight to get more landscape while, at the same time, I begin lining up family shots. 7:05
6. Last image I see in the display is tree branches
7. Still have formal family photos to get (including me).
8. I kinda don’t remember the next hour or two…

My brother and son immediately volunteered to go after it.  We all put our heads together (and our smart phones) to determine its last known position and they went after it.  It was about a kilometer from its ground station and 30 feet up in the tree!  I just didn’t have the altitude to clear the terrain, but it was so close.

Just look at my face – that expression says it all!

This is about 10 minutes after the incident.  Yeah, still not at the reception…