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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, November 3, 2018

The Pumpkin Plummet at Wichita Valley Airport

Aircraft lined up on the ramp before the bombing begins.

Under a lovely sky, I walked across the field to photograph the pumpkin bombing target, a moped placed in the middle of a large yellow X. 

A charming moped serves as the target of the pumpkin bombing. In the distance, we can see the wind sock indicating a strong crosswind from the west. 

Closer view of the moped with the hangars in the background. 

I enjoyed walking around the target looking at the beautiful gourd flowers at my feet, and the beautiful sky above me. 

Pete pilots the Citabria as Jim, his bombardier, sits behind him, focussed on his task.

The Wichita Valley Airport every year hosts a charming event, the Pumpkin Plummet.





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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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