What if the perfect story is hidden within a fleeting second, waiting for someone brave enough to tell it?
That was the question echoing in my mind as I set out to capture the LDS Temple in Meridian, Idaho, bathed in the glow of a spring sunset.
The city was alive, its heartbeat a melody of distant cars and the soft whispers of the evening breeze. The air was a medley of scents—the faint sweetness of blooming flowers, and the clean crispness that comes with the end of a sunny day. The world was dipped in a golden light, casting long shadows and painting everything in warmth.
With my drone's remote clenched in my hands, I felt the rush of the challenge. Drone photography isn't just about flying—it's a dance with time and light, especially as the day's last rays kiss the sky goodbye. Every second counted, and the pressure built with each heartbeat. I worried about the drone's signal, the battery life, and my own ability to do justice to the majestic scene unfolding before me.
The fear of missing out, of not being good enough, crept up like a shadow in the waning light. Would the drone capture the grandeur of the temple as I saw it, or would the moment pass, leaving me with nothing but what-ifs?
Then, there it was—the moment. The drone soared, steady and sure, as the temple's white walls glowed like a beacon against the fiery backdrop. The shutter clicked, and the fear melted away, replaced by triumph. In that moment, I was more than just a photographer—I was a storyteller, capturing not just an image, but an emotion, an experience, a piece of time forever stilled.
