I knew there was a B-29 at the airport, in town for Memorial day, so when we heard a deep-throated roar overhead, we knew what it was. Nothing modern sounds like that.
It made a couple of passes, so I went out to watch. Old airplanes take me right back to my childhood, when watching them was popular entertainment. By the time I thought of my camera, it was on its last pass, and the farthest away. I got it, but it’s not much more than a dot.
The story about it said it was the last one flying. It was beautiful; as deadly things are so often beautiful.
It’s getting hotter, and I’ve been posting later. The afternoon sun comes right in the computer room window. Pretty soon I’ll move to a morning post, when it’s more comfortable for the computer — and me.
Meanwhile, here are some shots of a pastel sunset from a few days ago. It ended up pastel, anyway. It started looking as though it might decide to be a storm.