John & Anne Wiley

2011/02/18

As Above

Filed under: Flying,Happiness,Has Photos,Inner World,Nature,People,Random,Relationships,White North Adventure — John @ 04:05

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

Filed under: Flying,Happiness,Has Photos,Inner World,Nature,People,Random,Relationships,White North Adventure — John @ 06:37

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

Filed under: Flying,Happiness,Has Photos,Inner World,Nature,People,Random,Relationships,SB Region,White North Adventure — John @ 05:44

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

2011/02/15

Memories

Filed under: Flying,Happiness,Has Photos,Inner World,Nature,People,Random,Relationships,SB Region,White North Adventure — John @ 05:09

Memories can be golden or green, among other colors. They can have music and dancing, or unforgettable aromas of youth. Sitting in the doctor’s waiting room with our daughter, the conversation roamed from logistics and topics of the moment, back to her childhood and ours touching also on our new shared delight who was sleeping blissfully among us. The golden glow of those moments mixed with the close smell of precious new baby.

Somehow it all has me drifting back to my daughter’s birth, and beyond to my earliest memories. So looking tonight at another photo from our flight evokes the memory of zipping past King City’s row of pungent eucalyptus in a flicker of sun and shade, lying on my back in the station wagon as the family drove along Highway 101. Wires rhythmically going up and down imitating waves over a sea of fields. Some brown, some green, in neat rows of crop cycles from planting to harvest in the endless California Summer. Birth and aging all blend into memories some day forgotten until the next crop invents new life following familiar patterns.

5307 Stages of Green

5307 Stages of Green

2011/02/14

Down Time

Filed under: Aviation,Happiness,Has Photos,Random,SB Region,White North Adventure — John @ 04:02

We had the day to ourselves, so we caught up on some stuff and then went exploring South Edmonton Common. It’s anything but common, being the largest outdoor mall on the continent. In a way it didn’t seem that big, but probably just because it sprawls over so many acres it’s like a collection of small malls with roads between them rather than the massive mall it is with an internal road network.

We didn’t snap a single pic today, but with the cellphone I caught Tripp looking spiffy at the airport yesterday. It was clear so we thought about flying today, but decided to give Tripp some rest and wait in case Jasper clears up.

06_495 Tripp at EFC

06_495 Tripp at EFC

Part of our morning was looking at pix of the trip, so here are two more from the first day. I liked how Morro Bay looked from a little further away with the sun highlighting water and Spring.

5289 Green & Blue

5289 Green & Blue

Looking to the right up the coast past Whale Rock Reservoir, bucolic Big Sur beckons in the misty distance.

5296 Whale To Sur

5296 Whale To Sur

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