For an unobstructed view, I try to pick a seat behind the wing, as far back as possible without being too close to the bathroom. And then, willing the absence of cloud cover, I can Zen out for hours at a time watching the landscape and sky.
The perfect flight leaves Boston at 5 PM and heads west: buckle up for for a three-hour sunset. Sometimes I remember to take a picture.
So for your Sunday moment of Zen, here are a few of my favorites. I'll bet you can tell which one was taken flying near the Grand Canyon and which was over the Caribbean Turks and Caicos
Islands.
Today's question: What makes you pull our your camera and make a memory?
