Airplanes, my dad, me, my wife and grandsons…
Saturday, July 27, 2013 at 4:29PM 
Can I tell you how much I love airplanes? I can't! I can't! You know already. Or you don't know. Nothing I can say can add to or subtract from your knowledge of the subject. But why? Why did I make that bad landing and put my airplane into the black spruce of Mentasta? When will I be able to get another? And what foolishness has overcome me that I would leave my Canon 5D Mark III hanging from my shoulder and shoot this rare instant with my iPhone? Just so I can Instagram it and post it quickly to my blog? One frame shot in the time I could've got off eight? Seven megapixels when I could have had 20? A flimsy, shallow, JPEG when I could've had a deep, resonant, CR2 RAW? I will probably regret it – no I already do regret it – but either way, these boys will know what their great-grandpa did.
Reader Comments (3)
You did it because you have an instinct to capture a true moment and you didn't want to miss this one! It is fabulous, All eyes on the sky.
Thank you, KJ. I still am kicking myself a bit, though, for I surely would have got the moment with my 5DIII, too. But for some reason, I was compelled to do it the iPhone.
Made me tear up. I think that the feel of the phito is more honest this way