A few weeks ago, Abby, Erin, and I went to the Canadian Warplane Heritage Museum. It is only a few minutes drive from our house, and yet in years of living here I had not managed to visit it even once. Not once! And I love planes! And guns! And planes bristling with guns!
So, like a giddy little kid headed off to the museum (yes, that was me as a child, and, yes, I was a huge nerd), I packed up the baby and the camera so we could go stare at idle jet engines with tiny seats bolted to them.
My wife is a trooper. She didn’t even bat an eye at going to a museum that would probably have nothing the slightest bit interesting for her to look at. She’s already been to the Canadian Aviation and Space Museum with me, and back then she didn’t have to be solely responsible for the baby while I ran around with my camera the whole visit. (I think she is a closet war buff that stays up late to read my military equipment guides by candlelight in the basement.)
In addition to the fun of seeing several still-operational vintage fighters, I also took the trip as an opportunity to challenge myself as a photographer. Planes are, by their nature, large. And my lens (a 50 mm prime) does not like large objects. It likes people, and it likes details. Could I capture interesting pictures of planes without the ability to catch the entire machine in the frame at once?