I was going to title this entry "Disclosure" because
basically that's really what it's all about, but then a particular
series of photos came along and I just had to change it.
The disclosure part was what the sellers had to disclose to us
when we were in the process of buying this house.
Disclosure is good, in fact the statement kept us from making an
offer on one property when we found that it had a noise problem
related to the community septic system.
And here as well, the disclosure was about noise.
One of the great things that we enjoy about living here is that
fact that we picked up the "great outdoors" as part of
our living space. Every evening we sit out in the back and then
move to the front to watch the sunset.
And it's bug free.
Well, ok, occasionaly a bug will fly on by, but when we lived in
Michigan we could not be outside at dusk or after in the summer
because the mosquitoes would carry you off into the swamp.
So what's the noise deal?
That's the noise deal.
We live less than 4 miles from the end of the runway at the combined
AQB international airport / Kirkland Air Force base.
And sometimes the fighters just rip over the house in formation,
then fly over the airport and then come back again in front of the
house as they all enter the landing pattern.
I can hear them coming and try to grab a shot now and then.
The reaction is always the same, especially when they are really
close and loud.... I say out loud - COOL!
Just so you can see, the house is at the red dot, the airport runways
are painted in red.
In a moment you'll see an upclose image of where I live and how
it's related to the aircraft flight path.
So anyway, I went out the other day and left my camera ready on
the patio because I wanted an image or two to round out the story
of what it's like to live in the approach path of the airport.
Since the house is over 300 feet higher than the runway, the planes
are close to the ground as they are on the "final approach"
to the east-west runway.
Some are prettier than others, especially in the late afternoon
Generally however, the landing planes make little noise. Their
engines are throttled back and they are really quite quiet for as
close as they get.
Even when they turn right over the back yard the effect is not one
that needs a disclosure, at least not for this pilot.
When I was a kid I used to ride my bike out to the airport, just
to watch the planes take off and land.
I washed planes for several years to get the money for flying lessons.
Sometimes I look up and think that someone ought to wash the belly
of an airplane.
So just about a minute or two later, the thrid jet in this series
came by, and I picked up the camera again and started shooting away,
especially since it seemed a bit larger than most.
Here you can see something really interesting, the reflection of
our community in the belly of the bird. As you can see, we live
in a kind of oasis surrounded by barren land. I'm shooting from
the far side of the green, just about a mile away from the plane.
But then, you might know, this guy's maintenance crew does have
have a kind of "obligation" to keep it nice and shiny
(By the way, this photo illustrates the 4 R's of photography. Ready,
Right time, Right place, Right equipment.)
Not a problem. Recently I bought a hand held scanner that picks
up the communications with the planes and the tower.
I get to fly right from my front porch, ya can't beat that.