just about every morning, at somewhere around 10am, I hear a plane roar to life from the municipal airfield not far from my house, its twin engines howling as it climbs on a long, winding path to altitude. Not long after, it passes over the airfield it started from, and people start jumping out of it.
I've passively tried for ages to get a picture of That Very Moment, since it's practically overhead for moo at the drop point, but low sun angles and hazy skies and poor ability to track made it tough.
I did it today.
