A giant footprint

We took off for our annual States trip on the 12th of January 2012. From Manchester. Not that this is relevant, the more I fly, the more I see that airports are almost identical all over the world. A place filled with hopes, dreams, maybe even some shattered dreams, and a buzz of expectation can be heard if one listens carefully.
It’s a nice people spot too. Never boring. Situations coming and going in a flash… That’s how I spotted a family with two kids on rolling suitcases.
Wished that there would be such a thing for grown ups, so I don’t have to log myself around with my carry on and extra purse – most definitely too heavy – I am an electronic store when I travel. This year I added my travel book to the luggage heap, and I felt it.
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Life was OK for the two small ones. He wanted to kiss her…
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She was not too sure…
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He went for it anyway…
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She was not happy at all… He was! They disappeared, leaving me wondering where they were headed to. That’s in fact the core of the matter of airports, people are on their way to somewhere.
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We had thick cloud cover, not much to see from the plane, it only cleared for a while over New Found Land, where I could see the roundness of the earth, it seemed as if water from the icecap was falling down a giant waterfall. Which was in fact not a waterfall but melting ice slowly calving down to spread into the ocean. A magical view. wpid-120112_DSC3939-2012-02-10-10-14.jpg
The only thing that makes flying bearable: the view from the skies looking down. I discovered a giant foot print in the bare rocks of New Found Land.
New-Found-Land, land that has been newly found, what an appropriate name.
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On the plane I had my baby fix. A young couple, with twins, and one of the twins did not want to go to sleep. He kept crying. So I went in and plonked myself next to them in the free seat. And rocked the baby to sleep. It was easy, I was not traveling with two 3 month old babies, on sleep deprivation, feeling bad for the crying in the plane. I was calm. So the baby got calm when I picked him up. Too bad I did not have that knowledge when mine were small. One of the reasons we should have babies at 50… When we know that all bad things pass, and that the world will not end because of a crying baby. The mom was so happy that baby Micah finally slept… A lovely family and I thoroughly enjoyed the extra thrown in baby time…
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Landing in Philadelphia I wondered if Michael and Hope were maybe waiting for me… Nope, Thirtysomething was after all only a tv show. Not real life. But I sure did think about it. Philadelphia was were the show took place, the show was how I got in touch with Mollie and Peter. And that is how I met Mr Wonderful, so Thirtysomething has a special place in my heart. (Available on iTunes now!)

Things at home are slowly falling back into the right place. Suitcases are empty, fridge and freezer are purring, stocked up again, washing machine is doing laundry, and I am sorting photographs.
And doing a bit of art journal fiddling… With the Nitty Gritty kit from Tumblefish… If only I had real butterfly wings…
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Up, up and away

Tuesday at noon, we had a take off. Air borne. Off the ground. We were flying. And as usual, I held on to my camera for dear life. The only thing that keeps me happy in flight is the fact that I can shoot photographs.
We flew Delta, and it has to be said, they were good to us. We did not loose any money on the rebooking, they just swapped dates for us, and it was free. No charges. And we got on a plane on tuesday when calling them on monday. Great!
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It was a clouded day, I knew I had to be quick if I wanted some shots. Never mind that the engine was just beneath my window. It was better then no window, and a LOT better then having to postpone flying because of hospital stay. I enjoyed every single minute of the flight. Sort of. Kind of. I still hate flying, but have found ways to cope with my fear. My camera helps too.
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We soon reached the coast of Britain, we flew over the Irish Sea, and it was reasonable to expect Ireland to show up any minute.
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Ireland is small, so it did not take long before we saw the Western point of Europe. I wondered if I was looking at the Blaskets beneath me.
Something to check out on google Earth. I see the waves crash into the rocks of Ireland, only two months ago we were looking at the waves crashing beneath us. Now I saw those waves as mini white foam from high up.
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It strikes me how the ocean looks like a small rippled vinyl, peaceful, no foam heads, I wonder if I am really looking at the ocean, but realise that it must be the ocean, what else could it be. And that’s it, the last minutes that there is something to see. Soon the clouds close together, and we fly over white fluff.
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When we finally can peep through clouds, I see snow and brown rocks. New Foundland. Since we are flying to Atlanta, I had not thought we would fly down over Newfoundland over New York South to Georgia.
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We only had a couple of moments to enjoy the Appalachians. I am hoping that on returning to England we will have more time to snap and less clouds to deal with, hiding what I wanted to see so bad. Appalachia has always sounded intriguing to me, and I never thought I would ever see them from a plane.
I don’t know what it is, but seeing mountains shaded in haze always chokes me up. Nothing more beautiful on this earth.

We finally arrived in Phoenix around ten american time, too bad our suitcases did not arrive with us.
But hey, this morning we woke up to a blue sky, and sun. It’s worth having no decent spring clothing for a day!

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