I had to get to Atlanta as soon as possible. My brother was hospitalized and so off I went. As I ventured through the night at almost forty thousand feet above the Earth, one thought coaxed me to pick up my camera. "this is so unnatural, humans don't fly, at least not until recent time.". We are land based animals. We can exist at altitude for only short periods of time, underwater with out assistance we can live only seconds, at forty thousand feet, we freeze and suffocate almost immediately. Yest here I was sitting comfortably, whilst just on the other side of a few millimeters of clear plastic death awaited. I choose to try to understand this place. I was one of the few humans in history that had traveled in this mode. Past generations would have marveled with disbelief at the site of this roaring bird from another time. As I moved across the sky through the night I captured what ever light my camera could. I had a sensor, a sensor that captured registered photons of light. The cliche images photographed through the windows of planes would not suffice. The landscape moved across my aperture was fluid, ever changing. And all I could do was sit and marvel at this place where humans were not supposed to be, the sky.
