Wild Fires

WILD FIRES
Things are not always what they seem.
A photographer from a well-known national magazine was assigned to
cover Southern California's wildfires. The magazine wanted pictures
of the heroic work the fire fighters were doing as they battled the
blazes.
When the photographer arrived on the scene he realized that the
smoke was so thick that it would seriously impede, or even make
impossible, his obtaining good photographs from ground-level.
He requested permission from his boss to rent a plane and take
photos from the air. His request was approved, and via a cell phone
call to the local county airport, necessary arrangements were made.
He was told a single-engine plane would be waiting for him at the
airport.
He arrived at the airfield and spotted a plane warming up outside a
hangar. He jumped in with his bag, slammed the door shut, and
shouted, "Let's go!"
The pilot taxied out, swung the plane into the wind, and roared down
the runway. Within just a minute or two of his arrival they were in
the air.
The photographer requested the pilot to, "Fly over the valley and
make two or three low passes so I can take some pictures of the
fires on the hillsides."
"Why?" asked the pilot.
"Because I'm a photographer for a national magazine," he responded,
"and I need to get some close-up shots."
The pilot was strangely silent for a moment; finally he stammered,
"So, you're telling me you're not the flight instructor?"