As one who gets to fly in airplanes a fair amount, I often found myself in renewed awe of the perspective from 10,000 – 40,000 feet above the ground. I’m the one staring out the window from seat A or F, filled with wonder. I didn’t fly as a kid. But as an adult, I still have a kid in me that is utterly delighted.
Both of these photos were on route earlier this week, early morning, from Cincinnati to Chicago. Lot’s of life in the packaged squares of homesteading, isn’t there. I imagine stories of people who have lived there for generations. I imagine neighbors that help each other. I imagine worries about the crops that they will grow. I imagine planning about water use. Lives are lived in this fields and homes that I’m just peeking at with privilege.
And in the photo below, I love being above the clouds (and yet still below others in this one). It was the swirling in this photo, the eye-like figure in the center that hand be bonking my wonder-filled nose to the window in seat 9A on this trip, getting a close-up view.
It’s just good to see from above, isn’t it.
