Wings
☆ November 7, 2011
At one point in my life, I had the phone numbers for Greyhound, Amtrak,
and three airlines memorized.
Now,
this
is an unusual
sight.
{ but I flew last week, and these were my wings. }
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November 7th, 2011 @ 8:15 am
I feel that way about driving a car. I don’t do it very often, but when my hands are on the wheel and I imagine the ground zooming underneath my feet, I have to snap myself back to reality before I get into an accident. I’m used to being in a big old bus or walking, not in a self-propelling machine.
November 7th, 2011 @ 10:39 am
I love flying, been doing it constantly since I was seven years old.
There’s just something about a flight arriving early into a sleeping airport; the tarmac is still, not yet woken by the dawn. The terminals are silent and motionless, the frenzied waves of anxious transients still a good hour away. It’s one of the very few times, on this overly busy planet, that could almost feel like we are all at peace.
November 7th, 2011 @ 10:55 am
I’ve been flying since I was a kid, but the last few years we haven’t had any money to go traveling (through the skies at least)…I kind of miss it.
November 7th, 2011 @ 11:17 am
My very first airplane ride was when I was 12 years old on a 2 seated plane my grandpa built in his basement. He used to be an engineer for Alaska Airlines, so he knows what he’s doing, but boy was it scary the first time!!
November 7th, 2011 @ 11:18 am
Every time you leave a travel post I internally bless and curse you simultaneously. I blissfully remember past adventures and road trips, mini vacations of the mind, but then am left with the gnawing craving to return to the road. Being trapped east of the Mississippi seems like torture some days. Thank you!
November 7th, 2011 @ 12:01 pm
I took a plane trip last month and took many pics out the windows. I thought I was the only one. Glad to know I’m not.
November 7th, 2011 @ 12:17 pm
Did you actually get on a plane and go somewhere, or is that a metaphor? If you took a trip, I’d love to hear about where you went and what caused you to get on a plane after so much time with your feet firmly planted on WY dirt.
November 7th, 2011 @ 5:13 pm
Re #4. Do I ever know how you feel and I bet once the first flight nerves wore off, you were anxious to go back up.
My Father had a Luscombe (sp?) a WWII observer plane.
While up in the air you basically had a 360 degree view. Pity I was such a lousy photographer.
The scary part?? Ever landed in a tiny tandum seated tail dragger? The ground is coming at you awful fast and there is nothing protecting you except a fancy sardine tin with a glass dome. It was absolutely fabulous once my stomache went back were it belonged, of course.
November 7th, 2011 @ 8:29 pm
so where did you fly to ??
November 7th, 2011 @ 9:40 pm
These pictures immediately made me start singing “Silver Wings” ( orig by Merle Haggard) but my favorite version is sung by John Doe while he was with The Knitters. (He is also of ‘X’).
Here is where you can hear it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KdnZlifjT6Q&feature=related
enjoy,
xoxox Jonelle
November 8th, 2011 @ 8:31 am
Ah, Shreve, you bring back memories. Of magical flights and many-hued skies. Of Cessna 150’s and Boeing 747’s (and everything in between). Of fabulous clouds above and miraculous landscapes below. I’m glad I’m old enough to remember when flying was pure joy.
May we ask where your wings took you? Wherever you went, whatever you did, I sure hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I have enjoyed these pictures!
Hugs, and many thanks for the happy memories!
November 8th, 2011 @ 9:40 am
i also enjoy being reminded of musical moments that make me feel like s’s words and pictures do. http://youtu.be/yFTvbcNhEgc
November 8th, 2011 @ 10:38 am
Scotty that video is fantastic. I think it’s made me realise why I love planes so much – the Freedom. You can go anywhere, be anyone, do anything! I mean, if I really wanted to, I could be in the grasslands of Africa on Friday.
I think I’m place-aphobic and aircraft are my safety net.
November 8th, 2011 @ 1:43 pm
Prop-Job, scary stuff……Hope it was a good trip.
November 12th, 2011 @ 11:30 pm
Oh Shreve! You sit just where I always try to sit on planes! Right behind the wing, with that terrific view, and able to watch the flaps coming down. And if not there, just on the forward edge of the wing. Fantastic!
Wow, I haven’t flown anywhere in over ten years. Aside from not having anywhere I needed to fly, airports have become much less “magical” nowadays and too ridiculously regimented.
November 13th, 2011 @ 8:41 am
The terror of flight grips me every time I enter the huge parking deck of Hartsfield-Jackson…
As I wait at the gate to be called to board, I dread take off.
Walking through the cavern to the door of the plane there is a lump in my throat.
“Be good; be safe, big silver bird,” I whisper as my hand touches the outer wall of the plane.
During take off I can only think one thing…
During landing, I whisper heatedly…
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”
The carbon footprint of my flight negates however green I may live my life normally. And I deeply regret it every time.
One a not-so-dreary side note, you got some pretty damn clean windows there on your planes!
November 13th, 2011 @ 10:03 am
My first ride in a plane was when I went to “Air National Guard SummerCamp” for 2 weeks back in 1950 just after the Korean War broke out, Joined the ANG in Feb of 1950. , Feb 1,1951 we are now in the USAF, 11months later or so I arrive in Korea.
Traveling by air is the only way to go long distances today,
back then going overseas was done mostly by ship not a nice trip heading to Japan at that time,got cured of travel by sea.!!
November 13th, 2011 @ 11:08 pm
That prop plane looks like the same plane we flew into and out of Gillette over July 4th weekend this summer. One of the more fun flights I have been on in my life and I am terrified (or was…) of flying. On the way out of Gillette we dodged several thunderheads over Wyoming and on into Utah. Weaving around the huge, thundering clouds with nothing but blue sky above us was quite a treat. I stepped off of that plane feeling like I could now fly ANYWHERE. That small, cramped plane somehow helped cure a tad bit of my phobia. That was an unexpected treat.