the way home

Taking off from Dallas yesterday.

"Welcome home," said the customs dude in Dallas. I had just been saying to someone on the shuttle bus in San Miguel that it was a pity you never heard that any more.  And then I flew off to New York in the sunset. I had left it in the dawn. And by the time we buzzed Manhattan, it was night.
As is evident from past pix, I always sit on the right, over the wing. That is because I am obsessed with taking pictures out the window of the plane; I am on the right because it means I can hear if someone speaks to me; and I am over the wing because I am always in steerage. I have had to make the wing a part of the frame.

Coming in for a landing over the Empire State Building at home.