Mountains from the airplane
From the airplane yesterday, as I flew into Portland. I sometimes forget when I’m away why people live here, but then I remember. It’s because it is beautiful here. As we were flying over Eastern Oregon, the low foothills looked like crushed velvet, as the green of new growth started to peek out from the red dirt.
May 8th, 2007 18:25
Nice. My view is usually the wing or the guy next to me with his shoes off, humming along to the in-flight music.