Forget where your feet are and simply enjoy the view.

Smoke rings and sunbeams drift in the haze above the Nevada desert, dissipating vapors divide and vanish as the light is subsumed by the rising darkness.
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Following the Red River toward the northwestern reaches of Texas, the twists and turns of red earth massage and tame the rough brambled landscape.
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An ethereal boundary defined by wind direction and speed resides on the horizon over Lake Michigan, taking on a physical form as it splays the thin deck of clouds into streaming vaporous trails.
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Popocatépetl rises into the blue above the dusted skyline of Mexico City, casting delicate wisps of vented steam to the breeze.

Following the curving path of the Eastern Sierra Madres, the ridges appear evenly aligned as though some grand celestial tool had raked their stone faces from a desert garden, gracefully following the way and granting a relaxing moment of Zen to each passerby.
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A jet overtakes us, making landfall over Wilmington, North Carolina. Its contrails glow ghostly as they are illuminated by the light of the moon.

A pilot’s view of the Milky Way as shot over Baton Rouge, Louisiana while cruising at 8 miles per minute…the lines of light on the earth are each 2 miles long and give a feeling of acceleration toward the stars fixed above.
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We might think of night and day as two different worlds, their balance defined by the finest of lines, a narrow path. It is clearly defined though indistinct, as it is either blurred by the simple radiance of the sun or overshadowed by the darkness that envelops us….But there are times when we are gifted with a perfectly defined glimpse of this balance as we wander along the way…This morning over the Gulf of Mexico, the Milky Way met the dawn in what seemed a dramatic convergence of night and day and for a moment we witnessed that narrow path between night and day.

Up above the storm, riding on the invisible ripples of clear cold night air…we send out a query and the response comes back in a flat, this is how it is, tone…”Continuous light chop, all altitudes.” We slow down to soften the bumps and continue along our way, all the while watching the bouncing lights of other aircraft in the distance.

In a swirl of flowing landscape, Salmon Creek stalls at the falls, contorted and reflective. It captures the bleak winter light, mimicking the color and contour of the white and blue landscape in the narrow glass of its surface. A topoglyphic abstract in snow.
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Over the Escalante, there is magic in the air…a thin layer of cumulus clouds forms, as if part of an act, materializing in the air to cover the heavenly slight of hand as the warm afternoon light yields to the cool purple of shadows of the evening. With one last flash of light, the clouds will soon vanish into the dark of night, the illusion complete.

As though a postcard sent from the recesses of memory, images of places far off and forgotten come flashing into our thoughts in single frame glossy postcards beckoning us back for a visit…Appearing as an indescribable red-hued beacon on the aerial horizon, we are drawn toward Sedona and as it grows nearer it takes on a physical form that imprints on our memory, never to be forgotten. Perhaps it is the thinness of the place, bearing its soul to the heavens…Perhaps it is the power of color and texture over our memory and interest…This place calls out to us and brings us back, one frame of memory at a time.
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The cloud deck recedes to the east, revealing Iowa’s gridded landscape lightly frosted with snow. The contours of each wind break and boundary standout in a luminous blue tone while the fallow winter fields appear as if crop dusted with snow.

Turning toward the northern sky in the moments after dawn, the indigo of night is bleached away by the direct sunlight and the luminous grey shadow of twilight dilutes to form a thin white shroud, barely obscuring the details of the landscape. What, moments ago, was a broadly striped spectrum of color cast on an atmospheric prism compresses into a thin yellow-orange band on the horizon…a few moments from now, all of the colors of dawn will seemingly evaporate into the white light of day.
Pure photograph, unfiltered…like the dawn.

In the moments before dawn over Nashville, Tennessee, the lights of the sleeping city illuminate the cloudscape from beneath, as if the glowing visual embodiment of a softly beating heart…as twilight creeps over the aerial horizon, the luminous effect diminshes and Cassiopeia, looking on, begins to fade into the dawn.
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Over the middle of the country, something is stirring…a swirl of vapor swirls and rises from an open plain south of Kansas City, feeding a blanket of cloud that spreads to the horizon.

Along the borderlands between Wyoming and Colorado, the landscape is adorned in swirling brushstrokes and random stipling, expressing the earth’s “ochre period” in a glorious moody geological abstract.
A true image, color saturated and polarized.
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Witnessing a stark winter scene as we pass by New York City…though thoroughly snow-covered, the bustling city never stops moving.
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Turning away from the city, we leave New York in our rear view and begin to make our nocturnal journey to the west coast. Beginning the trip in the midst of an electrified east coast night, most of our course is marked by the absence of light and shadows take on dimensions inconceivable to those trapped in the city lights.
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As Navajo Mountain is illuminated in the early morning light and the shadows of twilight recede, the depths of each countour are revealed and we begin to perceive colorfully detailed terrain as our monochromatic vision of a two-dimensional landscape evaporates into the day.
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