Rare Air

Once in a while he likes to break-open the hangar and let the entire fleet out on the lawn for some fresh air, great food, good times.  It helps him choose which one to jump in for a flight.

Prone, but not Alone

World class astrophysicists must seize opportunities to view their favorite celestial bodies, even if it means blowing off football practice.  A quick slip out of the locker room and voilà, let the research continue.

Fab Four

Equipment testing continues during autumn in advance of the first sign of flying flakes.  It's a team effort; everyone contributes to make it a safe, fun-filled adventure every day of operations.

Fair Chair

Many years ago, a wonderful season had ended, but there was still skiable snow and Liam just couldn't get enough.  Easily solved with a quick hike up the hill and some reminiscing from the vantage of a cushion-less chair.  

What They Saw

They only needed a few sharp tools to generate a full truck bed, as long as beverages were available.  Extra fuzz on this summer's woolly worms portends a long cold winter, just the ticket for a cozy fire.

Towering Ivories

The audience was captivated by the beauty and elegance of the maestro at his craft.

Landed, not Stranded

The Squadron Commander brings his trusty steed to rest after a lengthy jaunt out East -- Missouri, Tennessee, and beyond. 

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, --and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of --Wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air...
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or even eagle flew --
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

John Gillespie Magee, Jr