Saturday morning I was up bright and early to drive out to the Virginia Airshow in Front Royal. I planned on being there before sunup as there were going to be hot air balloons which I wanted to photograph as they slowly ascended through the morning mist just as the first rays of sun broke through to illuminate the jewel colored canopies. Or so I thought. I arrived to find there was nobody there, only a couple of guys who were setting up entrance security. And just a couple of small nondescript aircraft sat on the tarmac, there were no vintage cars yet, and not a single balloon team had arrived. There was no point in hanging around, the actual show wasn't kicking off until 10am so I drove off down the country lanes.
The morning was beautiful, still crisp with dew shrouding the grass and wisps of fog rolled past me as I stood on the verge and took photos. Birds filled the air with happy chirrups and the sweet smell of hay and meadow flowers filled every breath.
I eventually made it back a few hours later to the airshow which by now was a hive of activity. I parked Stuart in a grassy field and was about to start walking towards the gate on the other side of the road when a guy called me over so I could ride in the tractor taxi that was about to leave. The sun was glaring and beating down on the top of my head, the humidity was sapping my energy, so I gratefully climbed aboard.
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