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Video productions for Planes of Fame Air Museum. It takes a team of dedicated people, almost exclusively volunteers, to make what we/I do possible.
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14998 Cal Aero Drive
Chino, CA
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Wednesday | 9am - 5pm |
Thursday | 9am - 5pm |
Friday | 9am - 5pm |
Saturday | 9am - 5pm |
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It’s a Kind of Magic
"Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return." ~Leonardo da Vinci
Millions of people around the world have experienced flight in airliners. Many have flown in other types of civilian aircraft. Some people have been fortunate enough to experience an orientation or demonstration flight in high performance aircraft such as warbirds. A rare few get to experience “the magic” of warbirds in close formation flight. I am fortunate enough to fly as the videographer for the Planes of Fame Air Museum.
The world becomes a different place when we are in a formation flight in warbirds. The magic begins as the warbirds start to gather and form up in a close formation in the sky. As the formation build’s an invisible sub-conscious bond forms between the pilots as we begin to act as one in the sky. We change from individuals to one consciousness. The world ceases to exist beyond the formation and the panoramic view to the horizon. There is an unspoken trust, an understanding and a faith that all those in the formation place in each other while in formation. Once the formation is in place and we are in flight as one, the magic peaks as the rhythm of movement and the singularity of purpose has now spread across space and time among all those in the formation. Each pilot is focused on maintaining their position in relation to the next aircraft in formation. One in turn to another and this forms a kind of chorus of movement and a rhythm across the formation. We are one together, a mile high, between heaven and earth. We are united in our quest, and alone above the earth.
For each of us, there is nowhere we would rather be other than where we are right now. Even though I am now 60 years old, each time we fly at some point the memories of my childhood rise to the conscious level of my thoughts. I remember waving to the guys in the warbirds when I was a small boy at airshows. I remember dreaming about being one of those guys flying in warbirds. A part of me is the man doing a professional job, and a part of me is a child living out his dreams. I grew up having a dream and now I fly with the premiere warbird museum in the world in some of the rarest warbird formations ever flown. How else could this be described except as a kind of magic?