I promised I wasn't going to tell any more stories from the old days but alas here I am again..
A gentleman who owned a cemetary called me. Asked if I would shoot a picture of his property from the air. I said sure if you pay me what I ask. He agreed. I stopped by to see his 'old photo' it was made in the fifties. It looked fine but didn't show the newer parts of the cemetary.
He arranged a ride for me in a helicopter owned by the local power company. I had forgotten how it feels to ride in one of those things. I at least had a reverse sensation. The choper didn't go up the ground fell away under me. I remembered the feeling instantly, along with a lot more.
The thing was one of those total plexiglass bell choppers. I leaned out the window and shot a full 220 roll of high contast black and white film with my kowa 6.
I got back and developed them made a print and took it to him. He put it next to the one from the fifties. It was much, much softer. I looked at it a long time before I realized what had happened, the ground haze had distorted the focus of the camera. I was like shooting through a light fog.
This ended my aerial photo career. They occasionally shoot farms from airplanes around here, but they don't have to compare them to shots made when the air polution was much less.