When I fly I try to get a window seat, usually, both because it’s easier to sleep and because I like to keep an eye on the world below, just to make sure it’s not pulling a fast one. Here’s a view of the Ohio River, which looks like a river of fog. It was a cold morning, the first real rush of Arctic air, and the warm rivers of the East boiled up a lot of fog. Note the steam from the power plant in the lower left corner.
If I could fiddle with this picture with Photoshop I could make the contours jump out. These are the Rockies of Colorado — I think. Sadly, the government funding problems have prevented states like Colorado and New Mexico from painting the state boundaries clearly enough to be seen from airplanes.
That’s a canyon. I don’t think it’s the Grand Canyon, though, because I don’t see any tourists or helicopters or rafters. But maybe it is. The scale of things can be hard to figure out from 35,000 feet or so. I need an app on my phone to tell me what I’m looking at.
An ocean of clouds.