A photographer for a national magazine was assigned to take pictures of a
great forest fire. He was advised that a small plane would be waiting to
fly him over the fire.

The photographer arrived at the airstrip an hour before sundown. Sure enough,
a small Cessna airplane was waiting. He jumped in with his equipment and
shouted, "Let's go!" 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.

"Fly over the north side of the fire," said the photographer, and make several
low-level passes."

"Why?" asked the nervous pilot.

"Because I'm going to take pictures!" yelled the photographer. "I'm a
photographer, and photographers take pictures."

After a long pause the "pilot" replied: "You mean, you're not my instructor?"