father got his pilot’s license in the late 1930s. When he retired as a
commercial pilot in the late 1970s, he had received six simultaneous
“type-ratings” in six different corporate jets he flew. He retired with 31,000+
hours in his logbooks.
When I was quite young, my dad would return from trips and show me pictures he
had taken from airplanes. My fondest childhood memories are of viewing these
aerial photos with him. This triggered my lifetime interest in cameras and my
desire to see the world. I eventually worked in television in Europe, Africa,
Central America and coast to coast here in the United States.
My father was an Army
Air Corp Instructor Pilot during World War Two. He figured if he could teach
guys from New York City, who didn’t know how to drive a car, how to fly
airplanes, he could teach his 12-year-old son to fly. In 1963, my father started
giving me my first flying lessons in a Beechcraft Twin Bonanza Excalibur.
Often, I would fly
with my dad and we enjoyed taking pictures over many parts of the Southwest
United States. Fast forward more than 55 years, to this day I am still as
passionate about taking pictures from an airplane as I was when I twelve years
old. I continue to enjoy this as my hobby. I am always amazed to see how
incredible the world looks in a photograph, taken from high above the ground.
I am not available for
hire, nor do I have any interest in marketing or licensing any of my images. I
occasionally donate images to non-profit agencies that I support.