04.25.14 PCH.
“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” – Jack Kerouac
04.17.14 Alison. Somewhere above Chicago.
“He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.” – Friedrich Nietzsche
04.11.14 Above the Pasific.
Trust fall.
03.26.14 LAX.
“There are few places you can find silence. Air travel could be the last fortress of solitude.” – Regina Brett
02.28.14 Julie. Portland.
“Happiness is a direction, not a place.” – Sydney J Harris
02.18.14 Julie. Portland.
“Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off – then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.” – Herman Melville, Moby-Dick
02.10.14 Julie. LAX.
Its never been about where we are going, its just that we are together.
02.05.14 San Francisco.
The very thing that use to terrify me as a child about flying I think is the thing I love so much about it now; the total lack of control. I feel like its kind of a perfect allegory for life. When we are young we fear what we can’t control, as we get older we welcome that which we have no ability to control, and therefore no need to be bothered with the prospect of controlling. Caution, wind, off we go.
02.05.14 San Francisco.
The very thing that use to terrify me as a child about flying I think is the thing I love so much about it now; the total lack of control. I feel like its kind of a perfect allegory for life. When we are young we fear what we can’t control, as we get older we welcome that which we have no ability to control, and therefore no need to be bothered with the prospect of controlling. Caution, wind, off we go.
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