Time folds as I raise my camera, and the sky, once silent, prepares to speak.
This is where it all began. Not just the first flight, but the first breath of aerospace engineering,
the field that would chart the arc of my life.
the field that would chart the arc of my life.
As a boy, I dreamed of this very moment. Not of flying, but of understanding the language of air and thrust and lift.
So I inserted myself into the myth. A man from the future kneeling at the dawn of flight,
camera in hand, curiosity in his bones.
camera in hand, curiosity in his bones.
I wasn’t meant to be there, but in some small way, I always was.