When the photographer arrived, he realized that the
smoke was so thick that it would seriously impede or make it impossible for him
to photograph anything from ground level. He requested permission to rent a
plane and take photos from the air. His request was approved, and arrangements
were made. He was told to report to a nearby airport, where a plane would be
waiting for him.
He arrived at the airport and saw a plane warming up
near the gate.
He jumped in with his bag and shouted, "Let's
go!"
The pilot swung the little plane into the wind, and within minutes
they were in the air.
The photographer said, "Fly over the park and make
two or three low passes so I can take some pictures."
"Why?" asked the
pilot.
"Because I am a photographer," he responded, "and photographers
take photographs."
The pilot was silent for a moment; finally he
stammered, "You mean you're not the flight instructor?"
