This past week I went to Seattle for business. While flying is almost unbearable in the modern era -- thanks to two-hour delays in both directions, sold-out flights, and miserly airlines -- it still can inspire moments of awe as we consider the scale of the earth and our manipulation of it.
Here are the mountains and the clouds.
I felt very cheated by Delta, because I paid for an upgrade to 'Delta Comfort,' which is supposed to offer extra legroom (among other things); on the way out, the seat was wide and there was plenty of legroom, but on the way back, the seat was no different than coach and there was basically no legroom thanks to the seat's position behind the bulkhead of the exit door. I wrote to Delta to complain and received an automated message apologizing for the delay but not addressing my complaint about Delta Comfort. Maybe you're familiar with this particular form of extortion, but if not, be aware!
It was nice to get home, in any case.
The garden was peaceful.
The pre-autumn light seeped down through the clematis.
Even Dante felt slightly reborn after the heat of summer. As always, I made it to Fort Tryon Park for a run.
It was very early, so the light was subdued.
Except for a few pools, where the flowers lit up.
The morning shadows are the quietest of all shadows.
A dahlia in bloom.
A path to the light.