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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Into Greenville Airport

It was a perfect day for flying with clear skies. That's Papa Charlie in his truck approaching the plane.

Another airplane takes off. 

Right seat view. I stopped the propellers at f2.8.

If you squint, you can perceive the Red River meandering across the middle of the picture. 
I took this picture at f11 to show movement in the propellers. 

The Smokies begin to appear over the nose of the King Air, with scattered puffy clouds to embellish the picture.

Greenville Airport, in South Carolina, in sight.

View before landing. 

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2 comments:

  1. FrancesFebruary 22, 2010 at 9:12 AM

    neat pics! I hope you had a great time!

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  2. Elizabeth B HawleyFebruary 24, 2010 at 6:01 AM

    Thanks! Since I flew in the co-pilot's seat I had an interesting point of view.

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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
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One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
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