I live across a street from an airport, Bowman Field. It's old, and serves mostly as the city's civil aviation field, overflow from Louisville International, and the base for unconventional aircraft, like advertising and television blimps and the hot-air balloon races around Derby. I see some nifty planes there every now and again.
Tonight, there's a fog rising in the city, and driving back from an evening errand, all the runway lights and strobes and beacons were diffusing through the mist, and it was so beautiful and otherworldly. I wonder what I'd hear or see if I had the right machines - or was the right machine - to receive the airport's radio beacons.
Tonight, there's a fog rising in the city, and driving back from an evening errand, all the runway lights and strobes and beacons were diffusing through the mist, and it was so beautiful and otherworldly. I wonder what I'd hear or see if I had the right machines - or was the right machine - to receive the airport's radio beacons.