Sometimes there is no story. You are somewhere over the Pacific, you look out the window, and you see a view you don't see every day. Well, unless you are the one flying the plane. (See the big picture.)
It is not too surprising when those intercom phones ring on the airplane. The pilot has to tell a flight attendant something, or the copilot needs to tell the bursar something else. It always seems like the usual course-of-business chit chat. Are the lights on? Is the coffee ready? I don't know what, really. But once, on another flight, from South Korea I think, the phone kept ringing. Each time the flight attendant would answer, say a few words, hang-up, then go to the door and look out the window. Now it is the middle of the night, in the middle of the sky, somewhere over the middle of the ocean. You are just not expecting someone to drop by. After the third or fourth time I was more than a little curious. Was she getting calls from Rod Sterling? I finally asked. It turned out that the pilot would call whenever he saw the Aurora Borealis. Sure enough, there they were, faintly glowing in the night.
I like the simpicity of colors and shapes; it's very calming!
Posted by: ViSuaLLyMiNDeD | March 31, 2005 at 08:45 PM
I really like this shot. I'm taking a trip to NY next week, and I want to shoot stuff on the plane. I'll post them when I get back.
Posted by: TSG | April 03, 2005 at 10:41 PM