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It’s been awhile since I traveled by air. When I booked my flight to Houston, I chose the aisle seat for all four segments of my flight. Then, several days before departure, it struck me – “Hey, I could take photos from the window seat!” Unfortunately, at that late date, I was only able to score a window seat on the return flight from Houston to Atlanta.
Image taken at a rest stop along I294 near Chicago.
I have never been a good traveler. As a child, I suffered from motion sickness, making the 8 hour drive to visit my grandparents a certain form of torture, for me and my family. As a teen, on my first airplane trip, I became well acquainted with the barf bag, endearing me to my seatmates and the kindly flight attendant. As an adult, driving for more than two hours was agony – boredom at watching the mile markers slowly tick by, the monotony of staring at the ribbon of asphalt for miles on end.
