The leaves died and the trees fell asleep. With winter came endless days where a sheet of grey film covered the sky, broken by occasional moments where the sun could briefly break through.
With the leaves gone, the industrial revolution made its appearance, and the sky was the backdrop for all the things we'd built. They are the carriers of convenience: powerlines, radio towers, wireless transmitters. I noticed these things on daily walks, looking upward, hoping for a break in the clouds so the sun might appear.
Each day seemed the same, all wires, poles, and towers clouding the landscape.
One day I found a box of cards at a second-hand store. They were old, perhaps from the 1970’s or earlier. On the front of each card was a photo of an old airplane. On the back was information about that particular airplane, a B-52, Boeing 707, Douglas DC-7, Lockheed F-80, and more. The cards were all a bit worn, and some had creases in them. I instantly felt attached to them. They seemed to conjure some memory I couldn't quite place.
I knew that none of these planes could still be flying, and that I'd never have a chance to look up and see an F-102 Delta Dagger zooming across the sky.
All it took was a small leap of faith.
I took the cards home. I began carrying them with me on my walks. Occasionally, I’d pull one out and super-impose it onto the landscape, and I could see what a P-47 Thunderbolt might look like if it were once again blazing across the sky. With the help of the cards, I could not only improve on the existing landscape, but I could be the sole viewer of an historical airshow.
The photographs in this series are the result of that exercise, They are a result of doing a something a child might do: to imagine something exciting, and pretend that it is happening now. And what's more exciting than airplanes?
Imagination is a good thing.