Every now and then, Mt. Tam presents an opportunity, with sun on one side and fog on the other, to photograph glories and brocken spectres. When I saw the right conditions on a flight to Chicago last week I looked for the anti-solar point out the window and voila.
Dropping into O'Hare, the deciduous woodlands of winter reminded me of a landscape scarred by fire.
The blue pond on the plain in the back (about a third of the way down from the top edge) has a power plant on its shore. I often wish I could take a GPS reading at various points of interest along a flight path so I could find them on a map later on.
The Great Plains meet the Rocky Mountains.
Snowy fields cut by a pair of large rivers.
Bay Area view toward Sutter Buttes.
San Mateo Bridge with incoming tide streamers.
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