Woke up to this frost pattern on my back storm door. Beautiful!!
I hate it when planes fly low, straight over my head. It's been one of my fears since childhood (thanks, Mom and Dad). I hate driving the stretch of interstate near the airport because of the probability that one's gonna fly straight over. The noise. Oh the noise. I just shuddered. My family will even go as far as slowing the car down when they see an approaching plane, in order to time our vehicle directly under the path of it right before it lands. GAG. I got this picture last summer, as a crop plane was working north of our house. Since it wasn't right over my head, I lived another day. |
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