John & Anne Wiley

2011/02/20

Brownies ‘n Boondocks

Today was lazy. It never seemed to get over -21C outside, and we just seemed to lose the will for discomfort. We watched tv, ate junk food, and at last were pulled from our cozy room by the promise of sweet time with family. We brought the dessert, chosen by Anne from a place that caught her fancy with the name Good Earth. Not really brownies, more like that size and shape of dark chocolate cake, and scoring perhaps a 7.3 on the cakometer. Of course, they might have suffered from the journey between Good Earth and Great Family in our sub-freezing little rental car apparently designed for Winter in Los Angeles. Good conversation, laughter, staring at Baby, and a humor/action movie with Boondocks in the title. No photos to share, so I’ll revert to our flight here for that.

In our last episode we dealt with Boise frost and then flew East along the highway to pick up I-15 North. Not that we suffered all the twists and turns like those hapless drivers, because from our vantage point (and with verification from GPS) it was easy to smooth all that out into a nearly straight line. At the same time, I kept within gliding distance of either the freeway or places with good landing options and lots of people. Mr. Cautious as you’ll recall from our last episode. Something we soon learned is that color vanishes in hard Winter.

5335 Sci Fi Landscape

5335 Sci Fi Landscape

Anything sticking up from the flat snow prairie catches your attention, and any color surviving the overcast sky is a feast for the senses. Coincidental shapes take on alien and futuristic qualities of surrealism. It engenders respect (and hints of incredulity) to imagine the people living in this white vastness.

5336 Context

5336 Context

Yes, that’s the same farm with more context. This angle shows the distant mountains, but (aside from the highway) the other three directions are more bleak. Occasionally there would be some creek or undulation accentuated by drifting snow to create subtle snow sculpture.

5342 Drift Art

5342 Drift Art

The austerity of the natural beauty seeps into you, floating above this remarkable landscape.

5346 Winter Window

5346 Winter Window

The steady drone of our engine and the warmth of our little cabin in the sky made this all the more magnificent. sigh…

2011/02/19

More Memories

I didn’t snap any pix today, so while waiting for Anne to bring me her camera I’ve been looking at more memories from our flight – now out of Boise toward Canada. We got to the airport at sunrise for an early start, and it was spectacular!

5326 Boise Airport Sunrise

5326 Boise Airport Sunrise

Unfortunately there was a very light coat of frost on Tripp. It was most noticeable on her tail.

5328 Frosty Tail

5328 Frosty Tail

Now in case you don’t know about such things, ice can be Very Bad for flying. See, even a thin coat of ice or frost can dramatically change the way air flows over an airplane and that flow is what makes them airplanes rather than cars with really big fins. In short, enough disturbance of the airflow and they don’t fly. So needless to say, Mr. Cautious (me) wanted all the frost off before starting the engine.

5329 Subtle Killer

5329 Subtle Killer

I don’t know if you can make it out, but there’s a very thin coating of beautiful fluffy frost on Tripp’s wing. It actually got thicker until the sun was up, so getting her all spiffy for flight actually took over an hour of work with the special soft-bristle push broom the airport guy lent me. Then I wondered whether she’d start in the below freezing air, but she fired right up. As warned by another pilot though, the gyro-equipped instruments didn’t like the cold and they complained loudly for perhaps 15 seconds.

OK, looking at today’s pix by Anne I’m going to share my two favs. First is the expression you get from a two month old girl forced to wear a monkey hat and endure being strapped into a somewhat challenging car seat mechanism.

1505 Fashion or Furniture?

1505 Fashion or Furniture?

I think it was the car seat process rather than the headwear style that had her upset, but she has a reputation for disliking hats of all kinds. Once she has more motor control, it’s probably going to be interesting trying to keep hats on her. In this climate (-25C at the moment) she’s certainly not going out with bare head if her Mom has anything to say about it. Maybe we’ll be gone by then. 🙂

Anne was so taken with a row of shiny lights in the bare trees of a parking lot she tempted fate by standing outside framing this shot. Hope that context adds to your enjoyment rather than simply raising questions about why I went ahead into the store to watch her creative moment. Please keep in mind that at this temperature a couple of minutes produces a feeling not unlike having your face chewed by small animals with very sharp teeth.

1509 Cool Art

1509 Cool Art

I guess it’s partly that I’m old and soft, partly that the thick beard and long hair have faded to dim memory, and maybe partly that my memory itself is starting to dim. Whatever the reasons, -40 when I lived in this climate didn’t seem cold all those years ago.

2011/02/18

As Above

With a little time for computer stuff tonight I found a few more pix from the San Jose to Boise flight to show you. For instance, this series as we drew near Reno.

5317 Buildup

5317 Buildup

Looking at it now, I’m reminded how feelings can build up between people. There were some great viewing areas on the highway where people pulled off to look at the river.

5320 Bridges

5320 Bridges

Maybe it’s no surprise that looking at them now evokes thoughts of building bridges of closeness between people who have been far apart. Like from California to Edmonton. Luckily, it’s not all philosophy or psychology, or whatever this treatise has been so far. Some things we noticed and photographed were just fun, like this “snow bike” approaching Boise.

5321 Snow Bike

5321 Snow Bike

I guess maybe it’s a livestock sorting pen of some kind, but from the air it sure did look like a bicycle.

Lastly today, here’s one Anne likes of me feeding grand daughter this afternoon and encouraging her vocalizations with vowel sounds. Building bridges and warm feelings.

1499 Bonding

1499 Bonding

 

2011/02/17

Beauty

I enjoy beauty, and see it often in people. Strangers on the street, the smile of a harried cashier when I read her name from the tag she’s wearing to ask about her day and thank her personally. The man stocking shelves who lights up when he can point out the item we’re looking for in an unexpected location. Of course, topping my list is people I love when they are enjoying each other.

5536 Beautiful Moment

5536 Beautiful Moment

I wonder if babies take in a brief moment like this and store it somewhere deep beneath memory for the rest of their lives. Maybe it contributes to a sweet impulse they experience when holding a baby themselves decades later. What if we’re all babies inside, and most of us have just forgotten the purity of that time before judgment and expectations?

Then there’s the beauty of nature. Few things can so completely flood me with natural beauty as flying so often does. Flying from San Jose to Boise was magnificent of course, and nearing our destination this scene seemed to capture the essence somehow.

5322 Liquid Light, Frozen Hills

5322 Liquid Light, Frozen Hills

I don’t know if it shows on your computer, but soaring smoothly beneath Tripp’s sturdy wings it was amazing in the extreme. When cameras can capture what the heart takes in from such a scene, everyone will learn to fly. Meanwhile we have photos of loved ones and miraculous moments to at least remind us of bliss.

2011/02/16

Generations

Well this sure is a memorable trip! First cruising above parts of California my family has explored on foot and by car, and my Dad had seen glimpses of from small planes. His solo flight when I was barely a toddler is one of my earliest memories, and probably has some role in my fascination with flying. The hills of California always evoke memories of childhood, and sometimes of him. Oh, how he’d love to fly with us as Anne’s pilot Dad has done several times. Even though my Dad’s father was born in Pennsylvania, he too was mostly Californian, so flying over the state is a generational connection back into the hazy past.

5308 Folds of Memory

5308 Folds of Memory

Now, just a week after capturing that time and place I’m getting to know the next generation as she seems to look into my soul. Anne snapped this just after this little angel gave me a smile that, like my daughter’s, made me hers forever.

1465 Generations

1465 Generations

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