One week ago, I was above the clouds. 
Maybe because I don't get to do it very often, flying is still an 
amazing adventure for me. But this was the first time I've gone into the 
blue yonder on my own. I was alone in a crowd, and I can't say it was awful.
Security was so minimal - I didn't even have to take off my shoes. 
All that hubbub about zipper bags and 3 ounce bottles of whatever - 
there wasn't any. 
My seat was easy to find, both ways, and my seat mates were ideal
both times : thin, athletic women who wore headphones. 
I gladly gave up the armrest.
Since no one was paying any attention to me, I felt free to snap photos
 like it  was my first time in the air. 

Some of my favorite childhood memories are of flying with my dad in his small airplane. I loved the whole process - the flight check, communications with the tower - mysterious, invisible air traffic controllers, and the takeoff! The takeoff  never got old. All that crazy speed, faster and faster along the black and yellow tarmac then suddenly ... peace. The bumps and jumps of the wheels were finally silenced with one smooth dip-jump into the air; we were up, and the show really began! Dad was happy to take me on a kind of 'air tour', pointing out the sights not so far below. Everyday destinations seen from above appeared to be icons on a storybook treasure map.


Mindy Whipple said...

Beautiful pictures - so glad you snapped some! Flying above the clouds is just amazing isn't it? What wonderful memories of you and your Dad. You sound much more adventurous than me : )

Jenny said...

Wonderful photos. I am an infrequent flyer but always look forward to it. Yes, take off is fun!