The photographer stands in the center of a dark, echoing concourse, camera aimed upwards at the B-17 mounted overhead. Its propellers - some of them - turn slowly, silent fans that stir the smoky air.
He's searching for the same combination of stance, sunlight and angle that for a brief flash revealed, to him alone, a female figure cast in green light, supporting the hidden struts of an engine nacelle: a caryatid in the wings.
Shoved aside by the crowds moving through the concourse, he missed his first and so far only opportunity to take her picture. But he keeps trying.
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