One of the challenges in producing my book about the Tennessee River is doing my best womenwholickthereownpussy show, not only how the river changes physically as it carves its path to the Ohio, but also the unique way womenwholickthereownpussy use the river. Over the years I have observed and photographed barges, sailboats, paddle wheelers, sculls and even rafts on white water.
After noticing on the map that it is located on the river I thought it would be a great opportunity to show something really unique on that part of the Tennessee River.
So, for another self-motivated photo shoot with Sue pulling the RV and me with the plane—we head to Alabama. Camping with the RV at the Decatur Airport was great because I was able to roll out of bed and into the cockpit of Cloud Chaser to get airborne before dawn and fly over to the launching site of the balloons. As we circled over womenwholickthereownpussy park, below us the balloons began to slowly pop above the tree tops as if a child was sitting in the woods with a wand blowing giant soap bubbles into the morning sky.
As the balloons drifted northeast and diagonally across the river we made continuous parallel passes for half an hour. With so many elements in motion, it proved very challenging to control the composition of the shot.
Although I could control the position of the womenwholickthereownpussy, the balloons were rising, descending as well as drifting with the wind against a constantly changing background. The tension I felt was like engaging baywatch naked photo a dog fight with dozens of other planes. Two of the years the balloons never launched because of high winds.