He goes by a couple names here at DLWS. “Kev” for short, and of course, “Kevin.” Moose just calls him flyboy, cause he’s an aviation engineer and a pilot who works for Cessna and teaches newbies how to fly.
I figure that’s why he’s so damn unflappable. Never see him upset or off kilter. Years of flying buddy to a bunch of nervous new pilots will probably do that to you. He’s got that Midwestern voice, too, the kind as a passenger you like to hear coming from the cockpit. Reassuring, in a word.
“Ladies and gentlemen, you might have just noticed, heh heh, our old airplane just took a big swoop upwards out of our landing approach, and you might’ve heard those old engines back there barkin’ like a big dog, but there’s no need for alarm. Seems I got this little red light here on the panel tellin’ me my landin’ gear’s not coming down. Darnedest thing. But I tell you what, we’re gonna come around again low and tight over the runway and give them nervous nellies on the ground a looksee up our skirt a little bit, and get what we call a visual. And they’re gonna find out what I know already, that our old landin’ gear’s just fine. I’ll get back with you in a couple, meantime, sit back and enjoy the flight, winds are out of the southwest at about 20mph, broken cloud, unlimited visibility, about 65 degrees Farenheit. It’a just a beautiful day out there!”
For Kevin, an emergency code red situation means his heart rate will drift slightly above 65.
Of course, he’s not always quiet and reserved.
But what he is, consistently, is indispensable. He stays in the background of the workshop, helping people with every photo problem from tripod mismanagement to exposure issues, composition, and finally, ouptut. He is a magician on the Cintiq, the Wacom’s version of a flying carpet, and in the classroom sessions, always has a crowd hanging around, watching him work.
He’s also a helluva shooter. Check out his blog. He and Moose have been photographing together for years, flying small sea planes into remote areas up in north country and making pix of big critters like the Kodiak Bear. They keep asking me to come. They say they’ve got this special wardrobe item for me. It’s a scratch n’ sniff shirt that smells like barbecue sauce. Hmmmmm. Think I’ll stick with the subways in NY.
So we have been in the Redwoods. Lots of fun. Great bunch of folks.
Of course, we be earnestly searching for the forest in the trees, and the wonderful youngster Raven chose very smartly to focus her attention on something much smaller. A ladybug.