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Hélicoptère sur la ligne. Hobart, February 2011.

I really love this one. The power line cutting across was unintentional, as I had to move quickly to get the shot because the helicopter was heading nor’ east. I do like how it turned out.

I wish that I had a helicopter. I’m sure that I could arrange a parking spot on the roof, it’s not like it’s being used for anything else.
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Carola said…
WOW
I too love your shot.
Kris, have you ever been in a helicopter? They are fascinating.

While in Queensland friends made a surprise for our son, a flight with a helicopter. But my boy don't wanted to go alone. Only with me. So I got a free ride. Along the coast, maybe 10 minutes.
WOW Amazing!
And this was my first flight!
11 February 2011 at 07:45
Kris McCracken said…
I’ve not had the pleasure. I did however find myself sitting directly underneath one as it was endeavouring to land. They are terribly loud!
11 February 2011 at 11:01
Roddy said…
Ear muffs my son. They are issued as you board. As one who flew to and from work on a regular basis using helicopters, I can only commend their use. They are far safer than aeroplanes in my opinion. Although I'm not all that keen when they leave the doors off. Somehow I don't really have that much faith in the seat belts. Still that was only the choppers we used at Port Kembla.
11 February 2011 at 15:22
Babzy.B said…
really good shot :)
12 February 2011 at 07:56
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, the seat belts would work okay. It's the ejector seats that I'd be worried about...

Babzy, cheers!
14 February 2011 at 17:18
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