|Rainbow, San Francisco International Airport|
|Very old photo, see the meandering streams?|
|Meadering streams, U.S. Midwest in winter|
Recently I've become jaded: airline flights, bah! Another commute to the airport to wait in a security line, hastily remove carefully packed things for inspection, hike to gate, wait some more, be packed into dense seats with lots of strangers....
So I am writing this post to remember the wonders of air travel.
Flying remains remarkable. C.J. Cherryh, in the dedication to her book of short stories, Fractured Light, commented that every time she flew, she thought of all the people of history who would have given so very much to fly above the ground. She's right. Up until recently, people looked up at the birds and marveled. We should all look down and marvel, each time.
I can still play junior geographer and spot landscape features that are invisible from the ground.
I will try to enjoy airplane food and its clever packaging: it hasn't changed as much in 50 years as I have.
Then I need to remember the places I've seen from airplanes. I have never been to Greenland, but I have seen it from the air.
|Greenland from the air|
Some places worth seeing are very scattered. Without flying, I would not have seen Dunhuang and Lijiang in China, and probably not Darwin and Alice Springs in Australia; those cities are hundreds of miles from the capital and main ports.
|Dunhuang, on the edge of the Gobi Desert|
|Pool in the West MacDonnells,|
near Alice Springs, Australia
Comments and corrections welcome.
Kathy Keeler, A Wandering Botanist
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