airplane entertainments
Airplane rides have always exhilarated and terrified me. I love to look out the window, but the view is as disconcerting as it is endlessly fascinating. I can see too much from up there, in too much detail. Landforms seem as frozen time, humans imperceptibly tiny and yet somehow each car is perfectly visible on the freeway. Our impacts inescapable everywhere. The plane of course travels at immense speed yet seems to me motionless in empty space… it leaves me feeling unwillingly like a god. So, to keep things productive and counter the banality of what is happening within the cabin, I make photographs of what is happening outside.
Mt. Hood, icon of the Pacific Northwest.
Somewhere over the western United States, in winter.
Someplace over the mountains in the West.
Someplace over the Midwest.
Florida.
Again, the Midwest.
Boise, or perhaps Sacramento?
Flying into a stopover in Texas.
New York City, the outer boroughs... Brooklyn? Queens?
Manhattan. What else?
I wish I knew where this was...
The Great Salt Lake, Utah.
