I fly a lot, really a lot. Last year, I figure I spent about 400 hours on airplanes. For most of you, that is 10 work weeks. Add the time to and from the airport and you have a significant part of my working time.
Most of the time, I grab the aisle seat, closest to the front. I’ve got to get on and I’ve got to get out. Because I spend so much time on planes, I have to get a lot of work done there.
I rarely look out the window. I’m too busy.
Wednesday afternoon, I was just tired. I really didn’t want to get out anything to work on. I woke up around 4:00 a.m. and finished around 12:30 before I went to the airport.
I decided to get out my camera and take a couple of pictures. I don’t know why. Well, I guess I do. I was in San Francisco a little while ago with a little time on my hands. There was an exhibit of photos taken from airplane seats and they looked great. So, I thought I’d take my own.
I would have missed these if I’d done my normal thing. I’m glad I didn’t.