A fine airshow at Little Gransden on Sunday 26th August, well done to the organisers for getting a fine and varied collection of aircraft together for the show, the CP140 Aurora being the big crowd pleaser, plus some nice old 'Warbirds' and the Cambridgeshire 'Copper chopper' all added interest to a lovely sunny day.
Monday, 27 August 2007
Friday, 24 August 2007
Low level highlights
Tuesday, 14 August 2007
Sunday, 12 August 2007
It don't get more awesome than an F15E
An eye-straining wait and then a faint glint in the distant valley, closing fast it towers on scorched air into the blue, trailing white ribbons from its wing-tips as it bullies the sky to give up its moisture. A shock-wave shimmers fog around the F15E as it dives around into the next crease in the landscape.
I try hard to track it but the Auto focus gives up and I drop the camera from my eye, this time maybe I should just experience this without the barrier of the viewfinder, I’ve got the shots anyway.
Thunder roaring and skin tingling I watch as this formation of finely machined components working as one squeeze the air again and shed another skin of white cloud; the pilots fixed stare on the gap in the valley is almost visible through his visor.
I am deafened and yet can hear with every atom of my being, I feel its movement and heat, I smell its fire breath, heaven and earth shake around me, and I can nearly touch this beast.
In seconds it is gone; the hole it made in the sky closes around me, hot, then cold damp confused air jostles for order and all is calm again, over too quick I long for the next one.
I can only contemplate what it must be like to be the receiver of its wrath.
I try hard to track it but the Auto focus gives up and I drop the camera from my eye, this time maybe I should just experience this without the barrier of the viewfinder, I’ve got the shots anyway.
Thunder roaring and skin tingling I watch as this formation of finely machined components working as one squeeze the air again and shed another skin of white cloud; the pilots fixed stare on the gap in the valley is almost visible through his visor.
I am deafened and yet can hear with every atom of my being, I feel its movement and heat, I smell its fire breath, heaven and earth shake around me, and I can nearly touch this beast.
In seconds it is gone; the hole it made in the sky closes around me, hot, then cold damp confused air jostles for order and all is calm again, over too quick I long for the next one.
I can only contemplate what it must be like to be the receiver of its wrath.
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