A few shots from the past week or so.
While waiting for a flight at Sacramento’s airport, I looked up.
I showed up early for my flight home tonight and the flight was delayed. Balance in the universe is maintained.
What are the odds that I would find someone I know in the SMF airport? You’re right — zero. But it didn’t stop me from trying.
In my search, I walked by a shop selling GoPro Hero cameras. It inspired me to live an action-filled life worthy of an “activity image capture” camera. Hence, the shot above.
Finally, a pro-tip for you: when taking self portraits in an airport, it’s probably best to cover the flashing indicator that suggests a countdown timer. Just sayin’…1
I hope your evening has been as
action-filled relaxing as mine.
- No, I didn’t get to meet the TSA, but as I was sitting at the end of terminal B with my camera propped on the window sill facing the length of the terminal and blinking like crazy, I was wondering how long before I was tackled to the ground and hauled away. For all subsequent selfies, I put the camera a little lower and angled away from other people. No tackles! ↩
I arrived at SMF with too much time on my hands and a camera. Problem solved.
Heading to the airport after a couple of days in Folsom, I watched the sunset through the oleanders as I drove north out of Sacramento. The freeway turned west toward the airport and the Sacramento River, the light show playing dead ahead. Taking the airport exit, I turned left away from the airport, over the freeway, and pulled over to snap this shot.
Another successful detour.
Nighttime flights don’t result in great views of the ground. And rush seating doesn’t always result in me remembering where I sat.
I’ve done this shot before. I think I like it better with the people in it.
After a month or so of not travelling, it’s back on the “road” again. Thanks to my trip to Taipei last year, I get the shorter TSA lines and can sit near the front of the plane. I’m not sure I like the front any better than the far back. Either gets you off the plane fairly quickly.
I had a window seat, but the weather was bleak most of the way. Rather than taking a bunch of pictures, I read a book.
It’s nice to have a new pocket camera for taking snapshots out the plane window. It was cloudy most of the way so I didn’t see Mt. Thielsen, Diamond Peak, or Crater Lake. I snapped this shortly after takeoff from PDX.
As I walked in the gentle mist in Folsom, I heard someone say, “This is Portland weather.” Made me feel right at home.