Airshow

I attended the Lunken airshow in Cincinnati in early September. There was a WWII B-17 on display. You could actually go through it. Crawl through it is more like it. There was a mother and daughter who were dressed as 1940s girls. My contact got me to the head of the line at the B-17, but I let the "B-girls" go ahead of me. As I got to the tail of the airplane, a wanna-be lady photographer chased me back. She was taking a photo of the "B-girls" in the rear jump seat and didn't want me in it.

I backed up, but realized the photo was not the front-on picture the wanna-be was snapping (even though her camera was every bit as good as mine), but the real image was the women lit by the ambient light coming through the rear door of the airplane. 

It is moments like this that I regret that the camera manufacturers have convinced the public that anyone can be a photographer if they buy a good enough camera. It's not the tool, but the craftsman who wields that tool. (Sigh)

The instruments don't look that different from the ones I trained on in the 1990s. An altimeter is an altimeter.