We’re checked in a hotel near the airport.
Across the street are seaplanes, moored at the edge of a lake.
They have a distinct sound as they take off and land, Mary said like angry bees. Just the word pontoons seems exotic. They’ll ask your weight if you fly in one.
There are a lot of these planes, all colors.
Farewell Alaska tomorrow.
Guest blog by my son-in-law James
Cleveland National Airshow at the Burke Lakefront Airport
“My cousin Troy is ranked a CW3 Warrant officer. He was in Afghanistan for a year, Kuwait for a year, and Germany flying around generals and other dignitaries for 3 years. He is an 18 year army vet and has been a part of the Golden Knights for 1.5 years”….James
Cousins Troy and James and Charles and The Golden Knights
The Navy Blue Angels
Not certain that’s a word, deicing,de-icing but before Pittsburgh takeoff, a team sprayed down the plane.
Flying in January can be feel iffy in northern climes.
The beginning of my midwinter break last week. Preparing to leave winter for a lovely warm week, part one. Grateful for the crew who deiced the plane!
Looked like a painting to me.
at the kiosk. They were out of white milk for cereal and it had been a busy day, she said.
She did tell me where I could get a Greek salad.
Our plane had mechanical problems so I had to switch to another plane. That’s how I ended up talking to her
Thinking about a quick bite.
“Better to be on the ground and wish you were in the air
Than to be in the air, and wish you were on the ground.”
Yes, you are so right
Pilot John Gillespie Magee, Jr. wrote this sonnet three months before he was killed at age 19, when his Spitfire collided with another plane on 11 December 1941.
Today when I was flying home from Panama City Florida to Pittsburgh Pennsylvania (via Baltimore), I remembered we had to memorize and recite this poem in Mrs. Stewart’s Sixth Grade at Morris Plains Borough School 1963.
True, I wasn’t the pilot but man’s ability to fly is astounding to me.
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
First image shot with iPhone The rest shot with a Canon 50D
It was a great day to fly.
Above the fruited plain……..
Waited to capture the red light as it flashed on the plane wing. Took a few tries-
As I looked out the window, I thought a lot about a cool book my sister gave to the kids about Bernoulli’s PrincipleBernoulli’s principle
Aerodynamics is amazing to me.
Saturday morning we went out to the Columbus airport to meet Mark’s college friend Bob. ( Marquette U) Bob is a Lt Commander and trains jet pilots. He’d invited us out to see him and check out the training jet. The kids loved that!
When we were leaving, and the family walked by another parked jet, I photographed their reflection.
Photographed by Anna (9+) with the iPhone. When I am staying with the family ( since I am out of school for the summer), I get help documenting-
“for the blog”.
You might remember Anna found the pick up truck full of mannequin legs last winter and captured the scene with her mom’s iPhone.
I like that she changed up her angle on the second shot and found the unfortunate figure beneath the plane at the bottom of the sink