A photographer for a national magazine was assigned to get photos of a great forest fire. Smoke at the scene was too thick to get any good shots, so he frantically called his home office to hire a plane. "It will be waiting for you at the airport!" he was assured by his editor.
When he got to the small, rural airport, sure enough, a plane was warming up near the runway. He jumped in with his equipment and yelled: "Let's go! Let's go!"
The pilot swung the plane into the wind and soon they were in the air. "Fly over the north side of the fire," said the photographer: "and make three or four low-level passes."
"Why?" asked the pilot.
"Because I'm going to take pictures! I'm a photographer, and photographers take pictures!" said the photographer with great exasperation.
After a long pause, the pilot said:
"You mean you're not the instructor?"
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Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.