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Blue Visitor In Golden Forest

Though they are large birds, the Heron in this photo seems small against the large bank of autumn foliage. Though getting an eyeball on a Heron is a relatively new experience for me, I had no idea they would alight on skinny tree branches.

Go Through The Portal...

There is currently a big fad on Facebook where everyone is posting 7 black & white photos in 7 days.

I say, go through the portal! In every black & white photo is a color photo yearning to be free!!!

A Cabin In The Woods..

Actually a lot bigger than a cabin, the Bernheim Forest Education Center sits nestled in the surrounding autumn color. Kinda makes me feel sorry for the people who don't get to live in Kentucky..

A Symphony Of Color

It's as if the statue by George Grey Barnard was conducting a symphony of color. Taken this morning, shortly after sunrise. The dreary gray sky helped with the saturation of the colors.

Rare Turtle

The extremely rare, almost mythical, Pumpkin Spice Turtle (testudo graeca cucurbita spice). They are rarely seen in the wild but a lucky few may get to see one in mid to late October when they are migrating to their winter homes...

The poor guy's arms are too short to knock that ant off of his nose!

The Forecast Called For Aluminum Overcast Followed By Widely Scattered Freedom...

On Saturday & Sunday, October 7 & 8, 2017, the B-17G, now known as "Madras Maiden", was at the Clark County airport in Indiana. Because they were offering rides causing the aircraft to constantly be in motion, and because the weather wasn't likely to hold up until the end of the day when they would offer tours, I tried to gets some photos of the airplane as it was taxiing in or out for the next flight.

Seen here through the interior of the classic Willys Jeep. The owner of the Jeep saw me taking this photo and said, "Hey, I never thought of shooting through the Jeep." and proceeded to take his own shots. Glad I could help!

Side view of the Madras Maiden shot against some early autumn color.

The "Ball Turret" served as a dorm room for many an eighteen-year-old during WWII. The mortality rate for B-17 belly gunners was 60%.

There is a relatively famous poem written about ball turret gunners, by poet Randall Jarrell:

From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.

An overwing shot.

Nose art of the Madras Maiden. Named for the city of Madras in the great state of Oregon.

Four Wright Cyclone R-1820 engines powered the B-17G. They delivered around 1200 hp at 2500 rpm.