A room with a view
I flew from Raleigh to Seattle today to begin this Fall’s photo safari. I am always amazed by how long it takes to fly from Chicago to Seattle. AA came through with a first class upgrade so I could relax and watch the Midwest pass by. I am always intrigued by the designs created by the different ways field are plowed and crops are grown. It’s like a huge Mondrian painting, but done in earth tones. It took me a bit of time to figure out there were wind turbines on the plains. We were flying at 36, 000 feet and I could see the wind turbines rotating. They must be big.
The Rockies were beautiful and clouds were everything a photographer could want to see. On our approach to Seattle we had to swing north of the city and I got a bird’s eye view of downtown Seattle, Space needle and Rock museum included. On our approach to landing I was able to look down on a giant 747 doing a test landing at Boeing Field.
And where was my camera this whole time? Safely stowed in the overhead compartment, right where it’s supposed to be.
Which, of course, is a reminder of an old adage I ignored. No camera takes a good picture when it’s packed away. So you just have to go by my word pictures describing the flight.
All was not lost, of course. Brooks and I made the drive from SEATAC to the Long Beach Peninsula and arrived at the Light House Resort. We unpacked. I found a twenty dollar bill stuck in the pocket of my sweatshirt. The ritual Henry Weinhard’s has been uncapped. The safari has begun on an auspicious note.
