THE RIGHT PLACE AT THE RIGHT TIME
Over the past ten years of Vintage News stories, there has been much research to verify facts and find images that help tell the remarkable stories of Canada’s aviators. Throughout that time, I have come across many spectacular images which, though beautiful, have no bearing on the story being researched. For many months, I simply viewed these images online and then moved on with my quest for illustrative photos.
Eventually, I started dragging these images into a new file folder and I called it Random Beauty. Into that folder, regardless of whether they were related to our stories or not, I dumped these powerful or revealing images, not quite knowing what I was going to do with them. Eventually, their numbers reached a critical mass and Vintage Wings ran a story—or rather a gallery of fifty or so of the best images—just for the sake of the image. I took the name of the folder on my hard drive where they were stored—Random Beauty—and that became the title of the article and indeed a repeating feature of Vintage News.
The images range from the dramatically sublime to the poignantly voyeuristic, to the almost artistic to the just plain quirky and even ones that simply offer me a chance to tell a unique and tiny vignette from the massively complex six-year span that was the Second World War. Critical mass was achieved earlier this year for the fourth time, and I knew that these photos should be shared even though they do not necessarily jive with our goal to promote Canadian aviation history. If for no other reason than that they paint a dramatic landscape of the beauty, the violence and the determination of military aviation, we present them here.
All photos in this group are from the Second World War since they were found during photo searches for that period. As well, since this past year I did a lot of research into naval aviation preparing for several stories still to come, I ran across many great naval air shots—many of which are to follow. A few are not for the faint of heart and capture a moment of extreme stress and even death. So a word of caution before you scroll down.
Throughout this past year, I have spent an unusual amount of time photo searching through the outstanding Photo Collection of the Imperial War Museum in Great Britain. This extraordinary site is a wonderful place to while away an afternoon—time well wasted as they say. In addition, some of my go-to websites for historical information are greatly represented, including such admirable sites as the photo-rich and through NavSource.org.
In addition, I have included a number of extraordinary photographs from the personal collection of aviation and editorial photographer Richard Mallory Allnutt, a passionate lover of history and culture, in particular the history of Royal Navy Fleet Air Arm operations during the Second World War. Richard scours the internet auction houses, looking for photographs, albums, record books, vintage publications and “objets” that he can acquire that help tell the story of these largely forgotten warriors. Often a seller, who has lost the emotional connection with a veteran’s story in his or her family, will break apart the photographs in a personal album, selling them individually for greater profit. Richard will try to purchase all the photos to keep them together where they tell a more powerful personal story and will help researchers in the future piece together the collective experience of the Fleet Air Arm in the Second World War.
These photographs became the nuclei of 85 or so 100–200 word stories and as such demonstrate the complexity and heroics of military aviation in the Second World War. Apart, they are each a vignette of that time, but together they let us peek voyeuristically through the lens of recorded history at the powerful visual drama of the time. They are but a drop in the sea of courage and suffering—not the whole story by any means, but small parts that deserve a read and a look. They make us smile, grimace, scratch our heads, and give us pause to reflect on the effort, the memories and the waste.
Let’s, as I always say, let the photos do the talking. Here’s my deepest gratitude to everyone caught on camera.