All those lines! The front and back of the wing, those of the fuselage, and all the rest. All added up, they make that plane, that plane. Some engineer and craftsman put them all together in the belief that they would create a great plane. Staying true to them, then, is part of the mission of telling the story of that aircraft. Then you have a sunset that is gorgeous as a sweeping backdrop. Cutting it off in the frame seems to do an injustice to it. What do you do? I hope the engineer and craftsman who came up with and built this plane ignore the exaggeration of some lines and take in the beauty of the moment. It’s part of being a storyteller, gotta know when you can stretch away.

With a couple hundred pounds of gear piled up at the end of the dock, waiting for the Beaver to pick us up and ferry us into bear camp, the clock ticked. We had about forty-five minutes, and the usual Sea Otters that keep us entertained weren’t around. Watching the second hand tick away the moments isn’t my thing. At times like this, I look for subjects to occupy my mind. On another dock was a Beaver tied up between flights. The colors of the Beaver, its reflection, and the sky instantly grabbed my attention. The only real challenge was its movements from the wakes in the water. But I had time to wait and found it a simple way of killing time.

The B-29 when it first took to the skies in the 1940s, it was a technological wonder. I’m often asked what is my favorite aircraft. I don’t have a favorite but one that always gets all my love whenever it’s around is the B-29! That’s because that’s where my father was for two wars and his passion for this aircraft was handed down to me (along with a name). To me, there is no bad photograph of a B-29, such a super aircraft!

Two hours prior to launch, Val approached me with a simple question: “How would you like to go up for the A2A?” The ramp was a buzz with the proposed flight, two F7Fs and two P-38s. It was a flight not seen for a very long time and, to this date, has not been repeated. I had no clue my name had been thrown into the ring to be one of the 6 shooters to go up in the C-130. I was at the Reno Air Races as a volunteer for Nikon, the first year NPS was present to support photographers. When I was asked, I said yes, probably before Val could finish asking the question. I have always figured my dear friend at NPS was partly responsible for my name being added to the hat, but Val was the one who made it happen. It is one of the most cherished memories of my career! That was nearly twenty years ago today, it was just like yesterday.

Two pieces of unusually packed gear in the kit were required to make this shot. Swim trunks and surf shoes, since the image was taken while standing in the water. The white towel was present as well, not for me but to keep hands dry while working with the gear. The water wakes splashing up on my sides made keeping steady to shoot at slower speeds were as much a challenge as keeping gear dry. But it was a great angle and a ton of fun, as getting wet is part of it.

Bringing the sense and feeling of motion to a jet, that requires a bit more thought. When you have an afterburner like the MiG17 has, it’s a tad easier. That red exhaust tells the viewer the plane is moving, we mean, really moving. But that’s a small sense of movement. When you have clouds, and they are slightly blurred, you’ve got more sense of movement, and we make some progress. I find, though, that changing the presentation of the jet in the frame truly helps the most. In this case, pushing the MiG to the extreme side of the frame, one can’t help but feel it’s moving and climbing. When you tap the imagination, much of the challenge to tell a story is solved for you. In this case, to the stars and beyond.