I’ve always seen things wide. I think it comes from living in the western half of the U.S. actually. Big WIDE spaces.
At the art-walk in Tulsa a few months ago I shot a couple of photos of people checking out the exhibits.
We were cruising around town this past weekend and noticed that the Fall light has arrived. That of course means to us that it’s time for Balloon Fiesta! This year, more than others it seems, it’s awful slow getting here.
We’ve been going to Albuquerque in October for over 20 years now.
Green chili breakfast burritos and a traffic jam at 5AM, sharing a 2 mile circle of airspace with 700 of your “closest” friends, tailgating until they close the field then grabbing a nap and heading out to Central Ave (Route 66) or to the West mesa to “howl at the moon”.
These are all October traditions for us and as it’s no great mystery why…it’s the Fall light that does It — Fiesta on!
http://www.balloonfiesta.com (they have a handy countdown clock here)
http://newmexiken.com (Ken – a buddy and an ABQ blogger)
Just a few of my favorite photos (mostly submitted from crew members) from over the years:
FLYING OFF THE OLD FIELD
FLYING INTO THE FIELD
YEP, WE GOT THAT!
CLEAR OCTOBER SKY TO FLY IN
THE FIREWORKS BEHIND THE PORT-O-POTS
A SPECIAL SHAPED BALLOON
I went to the annual Camp Flight balloon rally at Ft. Gibson Lake recently. I left the house at 4am with the top dropped on the car. Summer nights in Oklahoma are perfect for a cross state drive with the top down!
I figured I’d crew, see some old friends, then hang out and drink out of someone elses ice chest for a change.
I was fortunate to crew for my buddy Bill Lynch from Missouri and earned (probably undeserving) a ride over the lake for the trouble. Thanks Bill!
I’ve been to this rally many times over the years but each time we set up the wind wasn’t from the right direction or the speed for a flight over the lake was too high so we would launch off the West bank or further into town, away from the lake.
Wind = steerable with a difficult thin layer close to the ground to steer with.
Pilot = Experienced, controlled and calm.
Flight = thoroughly enjoyable but just too short.
Beer = Brian’s Ice Chest!
BILL DOING THAT VOODOO THAT HE DO…
COMPANY AS WE CROSS THE LAKE.
The weather is so nice this August that Renee and I decided to drive up and catch the Will Rogers & Wiley Post Fly-In in Oologah. It’s held at Will Rogers birthplace on a small 2000-ft grass strip mowed into the pasture just West of the house.
We love kicking around small gatherings like these. You never really know what you’ll find. Like a tiny bi-plane making a hot pass for the spectators or a Maserati race car.
One of the cooler aspects of being a photojournalist is that among the usual grind in the daily news cycle there is the occasionally a gem of an assignment. This was it . A couple weeks ago I got to ride in a WWII B-17 bomber.
The Aluminum Overcast is maintained by the Experimental Aircraft Association (http://www.b17.org) and was in town to give rides.
The saying is that “no good deed goes deed goes unpunished” and that holds true for gem assignments. The temperature was 101 degrees and the plane had been baking on the tarmac for hours. It had to be 125 inside.
I shared the ride with two veterans. One was a paratrooper from Sante Fe NM who had served in WWII and was accompanied by by his son who is currently in the Army.
The flight was hot, noisy and after chatting with the WWII vet I certainly gained a new perspective for the guys that flew and fought during that era.
It was 102 yesterday in Tulsa with a heat index of 1002 degrees or something. Nasty kind of summer day I just try to hind from typically. While I was archiving photos (inside where it was cool) I ran across a couple photos that made things feel a little better. Thought I’d share them. It’s only 6 months away. Bring it on.
A couple photos from a heavy snow storm we had two or three years ago.