OMG it's my brother!!
Man the anti-aircraft guns!
All hands on deck!
Run for your lives!

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat! Aiiieeeee!!

I was sitting around wondering what the heck I was going to do for my PaD today when the phone rang.
The noise on the phone was terrible, but I could just make out the words: "I'll be over the house in three minutes."

Run. Get shoes. (yay! shoes!) Get scarf.
Run outside.
Run back inside. Grab camera. (D'oh!)
Run outside.
Fiddle with the cameras manual settings trying to get them right.
Hear the engine of a plane approaching and snap to Auto mode, which I only use as a last resort.

The original picture wasn't worth much:



I admit today's final picture isn't that great either, but I think it shows how Photoshop can
pull pictures destined for a toxic waste dump out of the muck and make them suitable for
a more friendly backyard compost heap.

Here are some other effects I fiddled with:

  

On a slightly funny aside (as if I haven't talked enough already) this isn't the first time he's dive-bombed the house; some time ago when he did it the neighbors freaked out...they thought we were under attack by terrorists. I was just like, "You have GOT to be kidding me. We live 60 miles from nowhere. It didn't even faze the horses in the field out back. Look at you." (Of course I didn't say it aloud) I just said, "That was my brother, doing a fly-over." and they said "Oh. Well. 9/11 - can't be too careful."
Uh, yes you can.