Where are we going? The contrail of a rare overflying jet, lit up by the setting sun, last night. A hawk stopped by today, to rest her wings in one of the apple trees. So of course, I took her picture. Back turned, twigs concealing her. So I sneaked outside, around the corner and she … Continue reading Fliers
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Clouds
Gazing out the window at towering cumulonimbus is making me nostalgic. For a number of things. Does everyone associate clouds with flying? I do. I remember being up there, in an aeroplane, either high above the clouds or, quite often bumping through them on descent, especially to Bangkok, in the rainy season. That was always … Continue reading Clouds