A Matter of Perspective

Yesterday I was at my daughter’s, dog-sitting again. Her house is about a block from the Mississippi River and the airport is a little farther down the road or the river, whichever way you want to look at it. There was an air show yesterday and we have seen and heard the jet flying around the area for the past few days as the pilot practiced. I didn’t really want to go to the show itself, to many people for me but I did get to see the jet since it was so close to the house. I wasn’t sure when it started so I kept my ears open for the sound of the jet so I could go out and hopefully get a couple pictures, which I did. These 2 are the best I think.

I swear I can almost see the pilot.

I love watching airshows or most times it usually just the practice runs I see because I have never been to an actual air show. It is more than what they are doing. It is what they represent to me. As they fly overhead and the engines reverberate through the sky and my heart I am reminded of what they really do. These men and women are charged with keeping us safe and defending this great nation, and I always feel pride when I see the planes. I don’t see them very often, usually just around this time of year and I am always excited to hear them in the skys.

My daughter and her husband on the other hand have a more jaded perspective. Or maybe it’s just the fact that as she said to me the other day, “We heard that every day while we were in Iraq.” I can’t imagine that, being an every day thing. I am lucky to live in a place that this is not an every day sound for me. Would I feel any less patriotic if heard them every day? When we visited my Aunt and Uncle in Virginia, near Norfolk, we heard those fighter jets taking off and landing the whole time we were there. We commented how that must be hard living with that, to which someone replied, “we are used to it, and most of the time, don’t even really hear it.” I hope I never stop hearing it.

And while I had my camera pointed to the sky, waiting for the plane to come back into sight, I decided to get a few of the clouds, which truth be told, I hadn’t really seen so close before. They looked awesome.

I actually have a page to show today. This one was inspired by week 24 of  The Memory Logbook.

Clicking on it will take you to the gallery and you can see the credits and journaling if you are so inclined.

I hope everyone had a fabulous weekend!

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7 thoughts on “A Matter of Perspective

  1. kate says:

    Dawn, you have the most amazing way of painting a picture verbally when you tell stories and what things mean to you. I am sure that the sound would never become something you didn’t notice. you are too aware of those kinds of things and they mean sooo sooo much too you. I love your writing. The journaling on the layout is fabulous too. WOW oh WOW. Such a heartfelt and loving message. I learn so much about you when you journal like this. It just makes you so much more special to me my friend.

    Love ya
    kate

  2. Thanks for stopping by earlier today.

    I love the layout of this scrapbook page. And the picture of your dad- what a great shot! It’s just so natural and inviting.

  3. JDaniel4's Mom says:

    Stopping from SITS! This piece is beautiful. I am thankful for all the men and women that fly those planes.

  4. Those air shows are always so captivating! I am lucky enough to live near a flight school & get to view all kinds of interesting crafts from my patio. Love the clouds too 🙂 Thanks so much for visiting by blog & bookmarking too!!!

  5. How wonderful you had those 4 years! What a blessing. You might never have known. That is a wonderful layout. I really like the style. As someone who has lived on an airbase for most of the last 25 years I can identify with the sounds – and yet I never tire of hearing it nor seeing that afterburn. Fab photos!

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