
I love looking out the window of the plane, seeing the tapestry of the earth below. I take photos of the geography and promise myself that I will look it up later and figure out what I was seeing. When I flew to Phoenix in September I took a gazillion pictures AND I took pictures of the plane tracker map as well, so that I might have a clue about where I was when I took the photos. Well, now it’s January and I never did anything with any of those photos. It’s times like this that I really miss my father – he knew everything about geography and maps. I’d have been able to show him the real land and the plane tracker and he’d have been able to tell me the rivers and the mountains. Failing that, however, I give you the photos and the plane map and you can figure it out if you are so inspired! (And then tell me, please!)





