The Thunderbirds were flying over the Air Force Academy for the graduation ceremonies this afternoon. As I brought Lily and Lightning home from the groomers, I saw lots of people getting ready to watch from businesses, decks, parking lots and side roads. (People no longer try to watch from the freeway shoulders, fortunately.) Since we live in the valley due north of the Academy, I saw part of the show from our deck.
I pushed my kit lens about as far as it would go for this one. This wasn’t one of the years when they flew over our valley so low that one could practically read the numbers on the fusilage. Probably just as well: Lody (the thunder phobic Collie) thinks the Thunderbirds live up to their name and was worried enough as it was. It took the poor girl an hour after the flyover to stop panting and pacing.