modern Air travel is terrible, but the world it opens up to everyone who endures it is beautiful.
no matter how tired i am, how stressed out the airport made me or how out of it I may be as i fly hundreds of miles an hour tens of thousands of feet up in the air, i cannot stop looking out the window.
(yes, it was as hard to sleep on a flight to and from new zealand as you’d expect)
Urban sprawl is gradually swallowed up by nature as it spreads out from the concrete, glass, and steel centers that dot the landscape. clouds soar, unrestrained by phone lines, trees or skyscrapers. borders dissolve.
Window or aisle is an ongoing meditation on the perspective which air travel affords us and how valuable that can be. especially in the face of what it takes us all to get up there.
