Driving trips are my favorite, but sometimes you must fly. I’m fascinated by the landscapes below and the patterns from above. I click shots, trying to place what I’m seeing from a high perspective. Flying west in America is a constant study of geology, geography, and art. What cataclysmic events caused this upheaval of the planet, what up thrusts of rock, what cutting by glaciers left such jagged marks, which change so abruptly?
From Denver to Burbank, I was crossing territory I had driven several times. The beauty that mesmerized me on the ground created artistic designs from an airplane window. My iPhone and iPad clicked away.
The snow covered Rocky Mountains in April…
The change from mountains to flatter, dryer lands with canyons carved through eons…
And more ore canyons, winding in such tight twists that they form circles from above…
The projections of Lake Powell…
Edges of canyons…the Grand Canyon was on the other side of the plane…
Eerie lights somewhere near Las Vegas and agricultural patterns are signs of people below
So many patterns through deserts and then the San Bernadino Mountains…
And I end our bird’s eye view with patterns of civilization. From wide open spaces to masses of people.
My feet are back on the ground.
Confetti Thoughts 