I have travelled a lot. I grew up the child of airline employees and cut my teeth on the tray tables of innumerable flights. I miss the ability to travel am finding it difficult to imagine the future of air travel and exploration of new (to me) countries. Today my daughter and I were imagining we were travelling. We packed a suitcase, wrote our own plane tickets and announced the boarding of flights. I impatiently looked at my watch, standing with my suitcase and a newspaper under my arm. The only thing missing was my ritual starbucks americano. We boarded the 'plane' and sat looking out the dining room window. I pretended to look down at a land far below me rather than the dying day lilies in the flower bed outside.
Looking down from great heights is a pleasure unique to flying. You see topography in another way. This image, taken somewhere between Colorado and Calgary, was the starting point for the first edition of a new surface pattern
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