It shouldn’t come as any secret by now that I love to travel. I love waking up in a new place and finding things that only I know about. I love feeling at home in a place that should feel foreign. As such, I want to share with you one of my favorite views: the view from above the rest of the world. It’s blue and cloudy and almost ethereal. Horizons are my jam.
I have a lot of these photos to choose from, so I hope I’m not inundating you with too many. These are a small selection of those that I took flying over the Atlantic Ocean, over the English Channel and over Madrid in the wee hours of the morning, when the sun had just barely begun to peek over the horizon. The time I spend on airplanes represents a kind of quiet transition for me; it’s the short time I have to catch my breath between adventures. It’s the seconds of respite between bouts of boundless travel. When I finally have time to sit down and reflect on what I’ve seen and done, this is the view I see.
I’d be surprised to find even a single person who doesn’t like the view from above.