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Up, up and away, in my beautiful, my beautiful BAAA-LOOOON...


So here I am in the skies above a fresh Hobart summer's morn. I quite like the top photograph, the geometric lines of the wing and pastoral beauty of the sun-dabbled land below is a subtle mix of images that I do like very much.

Photos taken from a plane are rarely successful, in my experience, so I was quite happy with the way that that these ones turned out.

This second image is an aerial shot of Cambridge, the location of ‘Hobart’ airport.

Apologies for the brevity of the post. It is a bloody madhouse here today, and when you’re the boss (and believe me I feel so grubby saying that), every bastard wants a piece of you!

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USelaine said…
I would love to fly away right now. I could use a little southern hemisphere springtime.
4 December 2008 at 19:31
MurciaDailyPhoto said…
I like a lot your wing photo.
I think that your children will have told you: welcome home daddy (well, Ezra will have thought about it, haven't he?).
4 December 2008 at 20:35
Miles McClagan said…
True story, when I landed in Dubai about 7 years ago, they turned down all the lights on the plane so you could see Dubai at night, and it was flippin brilliant, all lit up, fancy, nice...

Last year was landing in Hobart, pilot did the same...no lights on anywhere, like, two farm lights on, that was it...he turned them back on in embarassment...
4 December 2008 at 20:50
stromsjo said…
Gee, I still have a hard time figuring out how anyone can enjoy a summer morning in December. Looks like the real thing though...
5 December 2008 at 08:19
blackie said…
the top one is...tops. i like patchwork paddocks
5 December 2008 at 13:00
Diederick Wijmans said…
Lovely photos, especially he top one. Photos taken from the plane very rarely turn out well, at least that is my experience.
Yes, and then..when you're the boss...
5 December 2008 at 16:12
Kris McCracken said…
USelaine, it’s summer now, but you wouldn’t know it here in Tasmania. It was stinking hot in Canberra though.

MDP, I arrived when they were all asleep, but they seemed happy enough to see me!

Miles, poor little Hobart. He should have turned it into a positive!
8 December 2008 at 11:08
Kris McCracken said…
Per, I struggle with the idea of sweltering in July myself!

Blackie, you can take a shedload these days without wasting film, that’s my reasoning why this one turned out.

Blognote, I don’t mind being the boss at the moment, but that’s only because things are settling down.
8 December 2008 at 11:10
stromsjo said…
;) Equally confused, then! Sounds fair.
8 December 2008 at 23:18
Danial Bigham said…
This landscape is beautiful.
11 December 2008 at 20:55
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