I know most people hate air travel. It isn’t like it used to be for sure. My mother in law was a flight attendant back when they wore heels and white gloves and a prescribed lipstick color and had pat down checks to make sure you were wearing a girdle – even if you were an ultra petite size nothing. No jiggling allowed apparently.
I wouldn’t really know how it used to be because it used to be unaffordable for the majority of people. Now most of us can afford to fly and I don’t think that’s a bad thing. It’s still a miracle that we can get from coast to coast in one day.
I know it might be a hassle, but personally, I can keep myself happy forever in an airport or on a plane. Nobody is needing me to do stuff. I’m not fighting about getting homework done. I’m not driving endless hours dropping kids off and picking them up and grocery shopping and making dinner for people who won’t eat it. Frankly, it’s sheer luxury for me to sit and read a book or listen to one while I do handwork.
And then there are flights like this one. Perfectly ordinary but if you look out the window you see miraculous things. I flew over the most beautiful farm country. I watch as the geometry of the flat lands became more and more abstracted as the rivers and hills interrupted the long straightaways of endless roads.
Three hours flew by as I gazed out the window and snapped shot after shot then madly filtered them on my iPad (mostly Snapseed again) until the blended beige filter of the airplane’s window lens came close to matching what I was seeing in my minds eye. This is a beautiful place!