Generally, I am quite long winded in my posts, but on this occasion, I am going to REALLY try to keep the words to a minimum and the photos to a maximum. After all, this story was a very visceral adventure for me and I hope it will be for you too.
I think at one time or another, we have all felt as though we were born into the wrong age. That maybe we should have or could have lived during medieval times or even in the future. For me, I think it was the 1930’s and 40’s. Since I was a wee lad I have had a harsh affection for World War II era planes, ships, tanks, whatever. Maybe it was too much G.I.Joe or those little plastic army men, who knows. All I know, is if it was part of WWII, I like it.
A few years back, the warplane museum and air show moved from Geneseo, NY to my home town, Elmira, NY. I was ecstatic about this and immediately asked for a membership for Christmas. I had always been a fan of seeing and hearing the old birds and this was going to bring them straight to my backyard. That next Christmas I got just that. I was psyched about it, but was so busy that sadly, I never got to go. In 2008 I got my first DSLR camera and was eager to shoot and show off my skills (or lack of them at the time). I had a brilliant idea to contact the Warplane museum and offer a free shoot in exchange for allowing me entry and to poke around. I sent several emails and left several voice messages but never got a return call. I was a bit disheartened by the whole experience but, that’s just the way it goes sometimes.