I told you hot air balloons land in our neighborhood! You didn't believe me, huh! When it happens it's quite thrilling.
Once a balloon landed in my yard -- well, almost in my back yard. My massive slope adjoins an elementary school playground -- the perfect spot for landing. It feels like they are one and the same because I can hear laughter and teachers on a megaphone during recess as though they are right outside my back door.
That day, the balloon was aiming for the field, and it was close enough that it looked like it was going to crash into my house -- that rainbow of balloon fabric engulfing my view of the sky. I'll never forget it.
This morning, for your viewing pleasure, I chased the balloon because I knew where it would rest -- a park. . . next to another elementary school.
When I pulled over to snap a picture the balloon was right overhead and I could hear the the pilot releasing hot hair from the giant bubble as it made it's descent back to Earth. I love that sound.
The pilot looked down and me and yelled "Good morning to you!"
I yelled back "Good morning to you Mr. Wizard! You are not in Kansas anymore!!"
He laughed. And so did his wife and daughter.
I really need to start taking my camera with me in the morning. These shots would have been so beautiful -- the colorful balloon against the morning sky. Objects were much closer than they appear. You just can't capture the moment with a phone camera, but it will do in a pinch.