Slow movement starts the feeling of transporting to a mythical land. With eyes closed and breathing slow, relaxation mode sets in. There is comfort in the knowledge that the equipment needed for the pending job is hiding in plain sight. Nearby and within reach. Shaking and rumbling starts, yet still the eyes remain closed. The brain questions why, the mind answers with a simple, “Because.”
Up and away, the powerful engines roar. Camera now in hand ready to capture moments others may never get to experience. The window of the 737 becomes the portal to life from 30,000 feet.
Stowing hand-luggage, a.k.a. my camera equipment, could be a challenge. The logistics argument always prevails. Stow the camera in its bag, on the floor, under the seat in front of me, or tuck it under my arm, out of sight. My need, actually my want, to have a camera where I can use it at a moment’s notice usually means the latter wins out.
I never tire of the opportunity to capture the landscape while air born. Prairie patchwork scenes to mountain peaks. Wildfires, sunrises, fall colours, and reflections on water. And let’s not forget the Montana sunsets from above the clouds.