Sunday, July 27, 2008

Dustin' It Up

I was awakened this morning to the beautiful sound of a prop pulling heavy on the air. Living out in the middle of corn fields, it was inevitable that one day would find crop dusters out swaying their dance above the crops.
The grace these pilots display as they pirouette on one wing in a tight banking turn makes me feel like a kid again. To them, it's all in a days' work. To me, it's a dance in the sky.

Here he is lining up above my back yard in a descent to the corn.

South of my yard, dropping down out of the sky.

Just off the back corner of the yard with spray on.


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