Flying overtop a place is nor more real than reading about the
place by the light of a bedside lamp.
Flying over a landscape you are, quite literally, removed from it. Mountain peaks fall away and valleys are reduced
to simple shadows. Rivers shrink to threads. The strongest wind cannot reach you. Birds have become too small to matter. There is no scent of pine. No horses on the hills. No fences to follow. No dust to roll out from under wheels.
Held high in the air, you have but sky and the earth below as a
whole abstract thing.
Posted is a photograph I captured from an airplane as I flew from
Seattle to Helena a couple weeks ago.
—Mitchell Hegman
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