Pictures from Planes

I don't travel for work anymore, but I am fortunate enough to be able to take half a dozen flights a year, for fun. You know what? I have never been upgraded to first class, or even business class! I have had the occasional hotel upgrade; to a suite in Boston a few years ago, on Marathon weekend, no less, and once at the New York Palace. But, all my flying has been done crammed into coach, trying to get comfortable, and wondering if I should drink the free Diet Coke and praying that turbulence doesn't take away my bathroom privileges. In short, flying sucks.

Except that it doesn't, does it? It's a freaking miracle of invention that in about half a century, we went from barely getting off the ground, to landing someone on the moon. Any idiot with a few bucks and a passport can buy a ticket, head to 30,000 feet above the earth, and zoom at 500 miles per hour to another part of the world. I have had dinner in Toronto, and breakfast in Paris. Even if I have to spend 7 hours in between with some doofus's seat reclined into my face, it's not something I take for granted.

Here are some photos I have taken out from planes over the years (more of New York here). I am the one who leans out the window like I've never flown before. What can I say, I love being in the sky; I find it majestic, and it never gets old. The world is beautiful, isn't it? I wish we'd stop fucking it up...

Sweet home Toronto

On the way to Rome.

Northern Italian mountains

The Pentagon, pulling into Reagan Airport, Washington DC.

Washington Monument, and the Mall.

My beloved Harbour Island, Bahamas, on a wee plane jaunt up to Abaco.

Flying JFK to LAX.

Crop circles! Aliens!

Stunning.

And then, out of nowhere, civilization. Or, at least, people.

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