NEW YORK, New York — On a frigid winter day at Brooklyn Bridge Park, I found myself flying a kite for the first time in 20 years.

The kite’s owner and my instructor for the day was Scott Dunn, a tall, cheerful man. He handed me a remote control. It operated a complicated mechanical rig mounted with a digital camera dangling from the kite.

I used the remote to twist and tilt the contraption. With another button, I triggered the camera’s shutter. In the brisk wind, I pointed the lens all over the place, snapping greedy, sloppy pictures. After some fiddling, I managed to face the kite to the Manhattan skyline.

All told, I took 54 photos in the span of just a couple of minutes. They were all blurry, wonky, except one: