When a photographer for a national magazine was assigned to
take pictures of a great forest fire, he was advised that a small plane would
be waiting to fly him over the fire. The photographer arrived at the airstrip
just an hour before sundown. Sure enough, a small Cessna airplane was waiting.
He jumped in with his equipment and shouted, "Let's go!" The tense
man sitting in the pilot's seat swung the plane into the wind and soon they
were in the air, though flying erratically.
The photographer said, "Fly over the north side of the
fire. And make several low-level passes." But the nervous pilot asked, "Why?"
And the photographer yelled, "Because I'm going to take pictures! I'm a
photographer, and photographers take pictures!" And the pilot asked,
"You mean you're not the flight instructor?"
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