The Diamond Four of the USAF Thunderbirds are cruising down the flight line with gear down while one of the Solos overtakes them from their six o'clock for this perfectly timed shot.
So, six years ago today, I'm standing by the lake, in the bitter cold, waiting on the clouds in the hopes of maybe getting a few good photographs, and I say to myself, "The things I do for a photograph . . . no, the things I do just in the hope of a good photo. . . ." And I can't help but smile because I am so freaking happy because I am doing something I love to do. But then I wonder why I can't bottle that feeling so in a few hours I can still feel that way, or tomorrow, or all the time.