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 just an hour before sundown. Sure enough, a small Cessna airplane was waiting. He jumped in with his equipment and shouted, Lets go! The tense man sitting in the pilots 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 Im going to take pictures! yelled the photographer. Im a photographer, and photographers take pictures.After a long pause, the pilot replied: You mean, youre not my instructor?