The reason for getting a drone was to take a different sort of photo. After one week I have managed to get the drone up several times, crashed it once, taken some jerky videos, but so far no photos.
I recognise that being able to take decent photos is somewhere further along the learning curve, but still, here are some examples of snapshots taken from the videos.
Apart from the crash into trees beside a football pitch, I have confined myself to home ground, hoping that it would be easier to rescue a crashed drone. As the week progressed I felt adventurous enough to take it to my friend, Dessa, who lives in a stunning old hamlet, la Rouvierette, a collection of old houses running along a ridge looking down and over the valley of the Hérault below.
I discovered immediately that this would be a tricky site: there were too many trees round her house and I am not experienced enough yet to avoid them. It is unnerving when the drone disappears out of sight and I find squinting into my phone screen – the only way of tracking it – a bit of a challenge in the glaring sunshine. Concentration was made even more difficult when we were joined almost immediately by the neighbours’ children and then their parents. Still, fun was had by all.