A newspaper photographer was assigned to take pictures of a huge forest fire.
He was advised that a small plane would be waiting to fly him over the fire.
The photographer arrived at the airstrip about an hour before sunset. Sure enough, a small plane was waiting.
The tense man sitting in the pilot's seat swung the plane into the wind and soon they were in the air, though flying erratically.
"Ah, because I'm going to take pictures!" said the photographer. "I'm a photographer, and photographers take pictures!"