When I was younger, I wanted to join the Air Force and become a pilot. That never happened, but my love for takeoffs, landings, and everything between has never faded. I love to fly. There’s magic in the ability to wake in one part of the world and go to sleep in another. Science has afforded us many things in the last century, but flight is the A+ you take home to show your parents. Orville Wright said it best: “The desire to fly is an idea handed down to us by our ancestors who, in their grueling travels across trackless lands in prehistoric times, looked enviously on the birds soaring freely through space, at full speed, above all obstacles, on the infinite highway of the air.”
That infinite highway is filled with potential. It transports us to new destinations and returns us home. It brings families together. It sends explorers to far-off lands. It sustains commerce around the world. It’s an embodiment of human ingenuity and proof that our aspirations, however impossible, can always be attained.
I don’t waste a single moment in the air. My camera is ever vigilant, searching for photos from high above. The window of an airliner is a small field of view, but can make some unique images, like this one I took as my flight landed at Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport yesterday. Having flown into Atlanta many times, I knew parts of the approach would be perfect to frame the shadow.
These last few months have been very exciting. I’ve been traveling more than ever and feel this picture is a good representation of my life at the moment. Flying from place to place in the belly of a mechanical bird realizes a plan I set in motion years ago to travel and learn.
I’m thankful for the opportunity.