High Flight

A window seat on any plane is where I want to be.

Luckily, I get to do this about 40 times per year.

Yes, it can be frustrating sometimes. Sure, there are hiccups and annoyances. Sometimes the costs of it all make me feel reckless.

But once the plane lifts off, so do my spirits.

Every pilot and most flight fanatics seem to know the sonnet called High Flight.

It starts with, “Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings.”

I think of it every time the takeoff roll begins.

About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer with more than 2500 completed sessions in all 50 US states.