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!