What's a photograph without a story?
Whilst seated at the breakfast table eating some oatmeal and raisins and slurping down some pressed starbucks, I read about the next challenge being to photograph your bike in front of an airplane.
Up early, again, (Marshall Dillon comes on at 5am and 5:30am
) I got to thinking about where the planes are. The local airport would be a fine choice as I can get close to the planes. Chain link fences notwithstanding.
Lynn was concerned about why I was leaving the house so early. I hee hawed and such as it was 7:30am and I don't have to be at work until 9:00am. As I was saying goodbye, I told her I was going to the airport in order to photograph Cinnamon Girl in front of a plane. Well, Lynn was thankful as she said that now she would know where I was if I didn't arrive at the office on time. Huh? I laughed as I explained that I was riding to the Merritt Island airport not the Orlando airport!
Given this challenge of photographing my bike in front of a plane, I knew time was critical: for getting the photo posted and also for catching the morning dawn in all its vibrancy. So off to the airport riding south on tropical trail which is a semi-canopied road paralleling the Indian River. The temps were in the upper 70's and the smells of morning dew strong.
I cut through a neighborhood about two blocks from my old Junior High School then turned left at Courtenay Parkway then right into the airport after another 3 blocks. When I got within 1000 feet of the 'gathering of planes' I noticed a piper with the door open all by its lonesome. A gentlemen was performing a pre flight inspection so I continued on to the turn around and scoped out the angle of possible photographs. Seeing nothing better than stopping in front of the fence (with the piper behind it) that's what I proceeded to do. This gentlemen (GERMAN pronounced 'Herman') walks over to the fence where we exchange pleasantries. I asked him if I could photograph his plane. German says sure and we start up about motorsickles, planes and navigation. How expensive flying is now and because of the AUP vis-a-vis politics, I cannot continue.
After about 5 minutes he invites me inside the airport so I can photograph my CG next to his plane or rather without the fence in the way. I had no idea where I could side-stand CG. (But I knew odds where that I could get close, real close!) German drives around to the gate as I ride over to pass through it. I follow him to his plane and the rest is now portrayed in photographs. I got real close!
Here we were; two men shooting the sheet. Looking at our toys and bragging about this and that. I commented to him that he sure has accomplished much in life. Accomplished
meaning having engaged in various undertakings and seeing the world first hand. (German hails from Seville, Spain.) I guessed his age to be 61, 62 and he roars back HA! I'm 69! And he happens to be a Nephrologist. Never would I have guessed that, during our 30 minute chat. Funny how something that was once so paramount (time) could become so meaningless.
Model: PA-28-140 Cherokee
Year built: 1967
Aircraft Type: Fixed wing single engine
Number of Seats: 4
Number of Engines: 1
Engine Type: Reciprocating
Engine Manufacturer and Model: Lycoming 0-320 SERIES
Your bike in front a readable War Memorial Plaque.