Views from the Sky
Experienced travellers are supposed to always take an aisle seat. I always asked for a window seat that “was not over the wing”. To me the inconvenience of being trapped in one’s seat for parts of the flight was out weighed by being able to look out and see the clouds and land below. After all I was amongst one of the first generations for which such a view was possible. Sometimes I took photos and I’ve gathered some of them here. Mostly they are indistinct due to atmospheric haze and also the polarised airliner windows!
Pasadena March 1980…
Flying into San Francisco and Pacific Northwest volcanoes.
Marrakech January 1983…
Flying from Marrakech to Agadir on the way home.