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Drones Are Changing How We See the World

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Whenever I fly on an airplane, I always try to get a window seat. My favorite moments are takeoff and landing, when I’m down below 500 feet, so low that I can see the world in three dimensions. I used to own that airspace. Or at least I felt like I did, from the seat of my flying lawn chair.

I fly motorized paragliders, a kind of ultralight aircraft that uses a backpack motor and a parachute-style wing, with my body serving as the fuselage. They are often flown by fun-hogs and thrill-seekers, but I’m not some adventure dude. I’m a photographer who flies, and I only fly for pictures. I have specialized in aerial photography for the past two decades, shooting books and magazine assignments for National Geographic, The New York Times Magazine, GEO, and The New Yorker. I spent fifteen of those years working on a book about the world’s extreme deserts, flying with my camera in every hyper-arid region of the world, the remotest parts of 27 different countries. My strong legs and a dose of determination were the keys to my sweet spot in the sky.

Photographer George Steinmetz piloting a motorized paraglider over Shibam, Yemen.
A self-portrait by George Steinmetz piloting a motorized paraglider over Shibam, Yemen.George Steinmetz
Pinnacles of sandstone rise through the orange dunes of the Karnasai Valley, a few kilometers from Chad’s border with Libya.  The orange sand is formed by the erosion of  Nubian Sandstone, which itself was formed from ancient sand dunes millions of years ago.  Thus the sand is being recycled, from dune to rock to sand and back to dune again.  Strong Harmattan winds sandblast the base of the sandstone pinnacles, and beautiful wind pits around their bases.  This is one of the most remote parts of the Sahara.  Except for one or two families of goat herders who come here once a year, it is uninhabited and otherworldly.
Pinnacles of sandstone rise through the orange dunes of the Karnasai Valley, Chad. Photographed from a paraglider.George Steinmetz

During all this time, I felt like I had a lock on the “low and slow” perspective below 500 feet. But that monopoly has abruptly disappeared with the rise of drones. Nowadays I can get almost the same photographs with a drone that I can with my paraglider, without any risk at all. A takeoff now is routine thumb-play for amateurs; my teenage sons use their drone to find lost baseballs on our roof.

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Ice skaters crowd Wollman Rink on the SE corner of Central Park during the winter holiday season.
Ice skaters in Wollman Rink in Central Park. Photographed from a helicopter.George Steinmetz

I too have come to embrace the new technology. As a pragmatic photographer, drones offer unparalleled precision in the sky. I can hover to get the exact angle and aerial perspective I want, anywhere from ladder height to 400 feet up. As an aerial specialist, I’m excited by the visual possibilities that drones have made available. I have a small squadron of quadcopters, each with different sizes and capabilities.

But in spite of all the hype, drones have not entirely replaced the usefulness of airplanes, helicopters, or, in my case, motorized paragliders. They are only the shiniest new tool in the drawer. And the new tool has limitations: In the U.S., they can’t legally be flown over 400 ft. or out of the pilot’s line of sight, and their batteries are typically only good for about twenty minutes of flight time. You’re also limited to seeing only what the drone’s camera is feeding to your smartphone, so I sometimes feel like I’m flying a video periscope. It makes it easy to back up into a tree.

Wet cranberry harvest in eastern Massachusetts takes place in late September through October, in bogs that have been flooded and then raked to float the cranberries.  Most of the cranberries harvested in North America are purchased and marketed by Ocean Spray, a cooperative of cranberry growers that was founded in the early 20th Century.  The co-op pays annual dividends to each grower based on the number of barrels of cranberries they produced that year.  This photo was taken at  Harju Brothers Cranberries, a farm that was started by the borhters' grandfather who immigrated from Finland in 1910.
A cranberry harvest in a flooded bog in Massachusetts. Photographed by drone.George Steinmetz
Sagelva salmon farm, on Hjorrund Fjord, with 200,000 atlantic salmon in each of eight pens. All the fish come from parents that were captured in the Vosso River (near Bergen) in 1960. The fish are fed from a barge via tubes that spray pellets of fish meal, fish oil, and soy beans into the water. I was told that no antibiotics are used, but some colorants are added to the food to give their flesh the orange color typical of wild salmon. The fish average 18 months in the pens and go from 200 grams to 5 kg, and gain approximately 1 kg of body weight for every 1 kg of food. The fjord is approx 70m deep underneath the pens, and goes to over 441m (?) in the center, allowing the fish excrement to become widely distributed with the tidal action, while the fjord protects the pens from wind and wave damage. After each generation of fish (18 months) the pens are left empty for six months to be cleaned and reduce the risk of diseases and parasites. The peaks beside the fjord rise to 1,564 M. This farm is owned and managed by Marine Harvest, the biggest grower of farmed salmon in the world, with approx. 25% of market share.
Sagelva salmon farm, on Hjorrund Fjord, with 200,000 atlantic salmon in each of eight pens. Shot by drone in 2016.George Steinmetz

For serious aerial photography, there are now three options: If you know your subject and can get within range, drones are pretty darn terrific. If you want to cover a lot of territory and look around, take a plane or helicopter with a local pilot who knows the area. And if you want to go out exploring really remote areas, like the middle of the Sahara Desert, well, I still have a monopoly there with my motorized paraglider.

In many ways, drones have done to aerial photography what smartphones did to cameras. Their cost and ease of use have made it so that everybody can take an aerial photo or video. But that’s not to say everyone can take a good aerial picture. A monkey can take a photo with an iPhone, but I have yet to see one fly a drone — although it would be (expensive) fun to try. To me, there is a visual language to seeing in the sky. And just as smartphones have dumbed down photography with the loss of depth of focus, shutter controls, and choice of lens, most drones have dumbed down aerial photography, too. People have come to accept the look of cheap drones with super-wide perspectives, poor optics, and, more often than not, the user’s choice of a straight-down view. It’s as if all there is to Chinese food is sweet-and-sour pork.

A crayfish festival in Xuyi, China. Photographed by drone.

Sometimes I do miss the physical sensation of actually being up there. A drone flight can feel like a video call instead of being face-to-face with our most amazing little planet. But I’m also excited about the new visual situations and perspectives that drones have opened up for me. Over the past few years, I’ve been able to fly my drones from the deck of a sailboat in Antarctica, inside a big computer factory in China, and even had one cozy up to a nervous herd of zebras at a watering hole in Botswana. For me, photography has always been about showing people something that they have never seen before. Drones have done that in spades by opening up a whole spectrum of exciting possibilities, and they have done it for almost everyone. What we are witnessing is nothing less than the grand democratization of aerial photography. For better or worse, there is simply no turning back.

George Steinmetz is an aerial photographer based in New Jersey. Follow him on Instagram @geosteinmetz.

Josh Raab is a TIME Multimedia Editor. Follow him on Instagram @instagraabit.

Erin O’Flynn is a Photo Intern at TIME. Follow her on Instagram @erin_oflynn.

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