THE 4TH OF JULY
It seems the 4th of July means something different every year.
For me, what I feel is sadness. At the same time, I’m grateful that I experienced the best of the ’70s, ’80s and ’90s. It was a wonderful time to be young in America.
I made this image of Mt. Rushmore from a low-flying helicopter in the ’80s. I probably wouldn’t be allowed to do it today. Not sure I’d want to.
The image below is one I made last month.
Think deeper. Be safe.