a friend of mine called me the other day and asked if I wouldn't come out and shoot some editorial stuff at the Abbotsford airshow. For those of you that may not know, I love everything aviation and also have my private license. It was a great day, I got to ride in a B-25 Mitchell (ala Doolittle Raiders) and also in a Christen Eagle (flown by Donn Richardson, my old aerobatics instructor!). Though we didn't do anything fancy, I got to shoot the B-25 flanked in formation by 2 Harvards and two P-51 Thunder Mustangs.
At one point this sort of sadness creeped though. I felt for a moment that i had been born 70 years too late, that these beautiful airplanes, which were so simple, just a stick and a rudder, were now ancient relics. I felt the complexity of our modern world, everything electronic and computer driven, below cars jamming into rush hour and smog rising up into the air.
Everything is perspective though. Maybe 70 years ago people felt that way about their world as well. A second world war had broken out and this probably jarred a lot of peoples' faith in a humane world. In any case, i try to snap out of moments of nostalgia and melancholy relatively quickly; they just don't provide anything really useful...
it was a great day and i got some great shots and it was another real reminder of the cool things you can experience as a photog.