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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 . . .

Saturday, September 1, 2012

WW II Biplane Training Reenactment

      PBS folks filmed the Jenny during pre-flight and flight. The Jenny flying anytime is reason to lug my camera and monopod to the grassy strip.

As the troop car pulls the Jenny, the cameraman begins rolling.

Sitting in the Model T Ford, Mr. Ginnings salutes.

Mr. Ginnings driving the troop car.

Mr. Robert Seabury, the pilot whose vision made the Call Field Museum possible. 

Wood and brass propeller.

Pilot David Martin discusses last minute details with the director. 

The student pilot photographing the lineman as he touches the prop.

Filming begins. Student hands his hat to the lineman and climbs aboard.

Checking on the student. Okeh! So the instructor climbs aboard in the back seat.

Pre-flight completed, the pilots are ready to start the engine.

The lineman rolls the fire extinguisher closer to the aircraft. 

Propping the engine.

Engine started, he moves the extinguisher aside.

They remove the chocks.

The lineman signals.

The Jenny flying. 

Visit the Call Aviation Field Memorial Exhibit Facebook page for more information.

UPDATE: Nice Times Record News story by Alyssa Johnston.

D4, 17-35mm and 85mm.
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Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
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I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
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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