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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Gnome Pulls Four Gs

Mac invited me to fly in his biplane.

I enjoy this photo taken by my Mr. Mallory because it looks as if I am piloting Mac's biplane.

Waiting for Mac to board the biplane. I am buckled in and ready to roll -- if you pardon the pun.

I look as if I belong in the biplane!

Instrument panel in the cockpit of an acrobatic plane.

I look pretty perky, so I think Mr. Mallory took this photo before we pulled four Gs in acrobatics.

Mac teaches Mr. Mallory to use the film camera which he will use to film the acrobatic biplane in the air.

Note the serendipitous butterfly above the cockpit.

The biplane seems quick and its engine sounds smooth. We did a barrel roll, an aerelon and a loop before I felt a bit queasy; otherwise I would have stayed in the air doing acrobatics for as long as Mac wanted to fly that afternoon. At the same time, I had to return to town to read as part of the induction ceremony for Alpha Chi, and I did not want to look a bit green while I stood at the podium.
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Let us go then, you and I
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Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
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