The title says it all. It is now getting on for twelve years since I was last on a plane. I got a bit blasé about air travel, having been on planes a fair few times between 2006 and 2014, but I did not expect the world, or my circumstances, to change so far that I’d not have the opportunity again. Work, spiralling costs, the pandemic, international unrest, you name it, they all came together to glue me to the spot, thus my overseas photos are now an old selection. Ah well, can’t be helped. I got this frame in November, 2011, on the leg from Melbourne up to Singapore, during my fourth UK trip. The bright colours and sunshine at altitude are so different from the grey, foggy, flat conditions on the ground when I got there! The sky seems welcoming, clouds below in their infinite variety—it makes me miss actually being there and seeing it—the feel of G force as the journey begins, hearing the tire-burn on landing, watching the skyscape stream by with the different times of day, always on the lookout for that interesting pic—I travelled with the camera around my neck most of the time. I’m sure such opportunities will come again, but by then it may be some hypersonic airliner connecting Singapore with London in less time than it takes to get from Adelaide to Singapore... Minor adjustments to contrast and sharpness in Irfanview; Fuji FinePix S5600. Image by Mike.
