"The Vacation" by Wendell Berry

Once there was a man who filmed his vacation.

He went flying down the river in his boat with 
his video camera to his eye, making a moving 
picture of the moving riverupon which his sleek 
boat moved swiftly toward the end of his vacation. 
He showedhis vacation to his camera, which pictured it,
preserving it forever: the river, the trees,the sky, the light, 
the bow of his rushing boat behind which he stood 
with his camera preserving his vacation 
even as he was living it so that after he had had it
 he would still have it. It would be there. 
With a flick of a switch, there it would be. 
But hewould not be in it. 
He would never be in it.