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To fly in this kind of sky would be a dream
featured is a dolled up American P-51 "Old Crow" from WW2
JC
To fly in this kind of sky would be a dream
featured is a dolled up American P-51 "Old Crow" from WW2
JC
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
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The pilot of this aircraft, Bud Anderson, would tell war stories as he was a Pilot out of British Air Bases from '43 to '45, with a big audience while sitting in a lawn chair next to the plane at airshows all over the Mid West. Then he would when scheduled, take it up and fly and aerobatic routine, He did this until a few years ago. Here's his Website of any who are interested:
https://toflyandfight.com/
This is a fabulous piece, Wonderful lighting, and the character is very cute. Well done.
https://toflyandfight.com/
This is a fabulous piece, Wonderful lighting, and the character is very cute. Well done.
“Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds—and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air….
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew—
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.”
~“High Flight"~ 1941
By : RAF WWII Pilot: John Gillespie Magee Jr
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds—and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air….
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew—
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.”
~“High Flight"~ 1941
By : RAF WWII Pilot: John Gillespie Magee Jr
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