As I drove by Lake Hood in Anchorage, November-Seven-Zero-Six-Mike taxied past. Margie had an appointment with the eye doctor and, because she would be too blind to drive home afterward, I took her to town and back.
After I dropped her off for her appointment, I drove off, with no idea how I would kill the next hour. Soon, I found myself driving by the airplanes at Lake Hood.
Somehow, this always happens.
;)
And Sunday, as I drove down Airport Road in Fairbanks, this plane passed by overhead.
;)
And here's a little empty sky from my usual walk in Wasilla, two days ago. Once, the sky was mine. It must become so again.