Alps

I'm not an aerial photographer, although the more I think about it, the more I think I might like to be. I love flying. It feels like swimming to me. I even love the feeling of bad things happening on planes. I've never been in a real-honest-to-god plane crash, but I had a close call once. We were coming into Warsaw (or Krakow, I forget) in a TINY (and by tiny I mean like ten seats, TOTAL) propeller plane when something happened to the engines and we went into one of those nose dive type things. It was scary, I won't deny that, but also oddly serene. I was listening to Yann Tiersen (the Amelie Poulain soundtrack) on a CD player, and it was like dying in a dream where you plunge effortlessly towards the ground.

Obviously it all worked out.

Anyway, the point is, the world is a pretty strikingly beautiful place from above. Everything is so small and calm. This photo is of the alps. And yes, this is from another little propeller number.