As I once again gathered my camera and a couple of lenses to photograph airplanes, I started to chuckle as I thought about how much my father would have loved this aspect of my life. Dad loved airplanes. When I was growing up we would eat an early supper on Sunday so Dad and I could go to Detroit Metro Airport to sit on the observation deck and watch the planes take off and land. It was just the two of us, and a very special time. Night was the best time to go, as everything was lit up like a Christmas tree. Runway lights. Take off and landing lights. Terminal lights. The flashing lights on aircraft. Lights everywhere. I even remember "street lights" on the deck, with benches strategically placed so everyone had views of the planes taking off and landing. We love the history of aviation; the way it has helped build our nation, and the world. The old hangers are full of treasures, and art and historical records help us remember humble beginnings in a bicycle