For people who say they don't care about the Air Show, we seem to take a lot of photos of it. And organize a lot of our Labor Day weekend plans around it, just about every year.
Apparently finding places to watch the show for free is one of our family traditions.
Could be worse, I suppose.
This year's venue was the Historic Coast Guard Station on Whiskey Island.
It was Winter's first Air Show! She found it a bit overwhelming, but I honestly think that was due more to the proximity to water and lots of new potential friends-- and being kept away from all of them!- than the noise of the planes.
Which were noisy! And CLOSE when they would take their return pass right above our heads. Didn't manage to get shots of that ever, because they always seemed to sneak up on us.
Winter passed some of her time tackling several small children.
And because once isn't enough, we caught the Thunderbirds in action two days later, this time from the parking lot of Noble Beast brewing. We were driving home from Lakewood when we heard them roar past, and drove through downtown looking for a good viewing location.
Parked the car here just in time for this...
While I don't love the glorification of the military inherent in this flying troupe of war planes, or the fact that roaring jets might trigger a lot of PTSD for veterans and refugees... I have to say that I personally rather enjoy the sensory experience of the Thunderbirds and Blue Angels. The speed and precision of the flying, the display of awesome feats of engineering in action, the whole-body rumble of a close pass, the pasted-on perfect formations seen at a distance over the water. On a blue-sky beautiful Cleveland afternoon, the noise and rush of the planes feels like a celebration to me.
Especially when we get to see it for free.
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