Friday, March 31, 2023
The Streets of New York
Thursday, March 30, 2023
Subway Dog
Wednesday, March 29, 2023
First Flight
Tuesday, March 28, 2023
Speaking of Varnish
Monday, March 27, 2023
Back to the Floors
Sunday, March 26, 2023
A 5 Day Old Moon
Saturday, March 25, 2023
Street Art
Friday, March 24, 2023
Industrial Machinery
I had to bring my car to a body shop today for a repair of a broken trunk hinge. After dropping the car off, I decided to walk home, just for the exercise. I have been to this body shop a number of times for minor repairs. But the beauty of walking is that I have time to look around. I have driven by this plant before an found it fascinating. It is an asphalt plant. And I love industrial machinery. So I had my toy camera with me, and since the gate was open so I could get a nice view of the machinery, and so I did some photographs. I am not sure what part these silos play in what is produced here.
Thursday, March 23, 2023
Someday...
Wednesday, March 22, 2023
FINALLY, Some Color!
Tuesday, March 21, 2023
The Potted Plant
Monday, March 20, 2023
One Last Building
The Mystery Buildings
Saturday, March 18, 2023
Another Broken Tree
Friday, March 17, 2023
A Different Kind of Camera
Thursday, March 16, 2023
The Mural At The Beach
Wednesday, March 15, 2023
Fire In The Sky
Tuesday, March 14, 2023
Bitter!
Monday, March 13, 2023
The Airplane Factory
Sunday, March 12, 2023
Irish Soda Bread
Saturday, March 11, 2023
Can't Make Up My Mind - Again!
Friday, March 10, 2023
Flying - On The Ground
Thursday, March 9, 2023
The Magic Ball
Wednesday, March 8, 2023
Blue Window, Blue Wall
Tuesday, March 7, 2023
The Snake
Monday, March 6, 2023
Ground School
Sunday, March 5, 2023
An Inhospitable Landscape
Saturday, March 4, 2023
My Life in the Sky
This is my first pilot logbook which I bought in June of 1965 when I began my flight training. I was on active duty with the U.S. Air Force at Niagara Falls International Airport. After I graduated from RIT, I worked at the Rochester Times Union for 6 months and then took time off to do 6 months active duty with the Air Force. I had always wanted to learn to fly since I was a kid and finally I had the means to do that. A pilot's logbook is kind of like a Bible where you, or your instructor, enter every flight you make, describe the training and maneuvers, record the number of landings, and record the time you flew in hours and tenths of hours. Every pilot needs this because you need a certain number of hours minimum for each type of license, and a certain number of hours to be "current" meaning you can carry passengers, or you can fly on instruments in bad weather. I haven't looked at this logbook in years, although I always know where it is. It was finally filled, and I bought a new one to continue recording my flying experience. It is so cool to really look at it and see how dusty it is, and that the binding is worn. What a beautiful thing this is, showing its age!
So this is what you see when its open. Please click on the photo to see it in more detail. On the left I can see the places I lived, and on the right the numbers of the two Student Pilot Certificates, and then my Private Pilot License.
Starting at the top of the page, on the upper left you can see the year, 1965, and my very first lesson was on June 15. The aircraft registration is N4221M, and I would never forget that airplane. It was a tailwheel airplane made of steel tubing and covered in fabric, and painted with dope. You can see the flight was from Niagara Falls, and to the right, the maneuvers I was taught. Reading these words brings back that first flight as if it were yesterday! I was in an Air Force flying club, so the costs were reduced, but I believe the airplane cost me $20 an hour to rent, including fuel, and the instructor, Phil Musiccio received $15 per hour. I flew with Phil for 9 hours and 30 minutes and then I made my first solo flight! We flew together one more time for 45 minutes and that's the last entry by him in my logbook. My time was up in July and I returned to Rochester and began training with another instructor in another airplane. Then I flew with my first woman flight instructor, Ninita E. F Bogue. She was a wonderful teacher and so thorough, making sure I understood everything she was teaching me. I won't forget her. I just decided to do a Google search and discovered that she died in June of 2020, in Amherst, NY. That has to be her!