I nearly fell over taking this picture. No, seriously, that’s the way it played out.
Well, ponder this. You’re on a grassy knoll just off the Albert Park raceway in a very crowded section and it’s quite warm - you’ve been standing in the sun already a couple of hours. This FA-18 has completed a few flyovers and you’ve managed to understand that a) it’s gone virtually as soon as you know it’s coming and b) it’s BLOODY LOUD.
You have the camera with 80-200mm zoom set at settings that you hope will get a shot. Then, suddenly it’s right overhead, you rotate your body, the sun’s there in your eyes, your finger fumbles for the button and it all happens at once and you kind of lose a bit of balance and it’s gone and the noise is still BLOODY LOUD! People look at you wondering if you’re drunk and you think Ha! try getting that shot with your iPhone and selfie stick! You wonder why you even bothered until the day you get the film back and realize that there’s one (just one) that actually worked OK.
Photography, eh. Why do we do it?