— Airborne —

December 15, 2008 — Greetings from San Francisco. We arrived Saturday and so far it has been quite wet. It even hailed today! As such, I haven't attempted (nor have I been tempted) to pull out my camera. I was, however, able to do some shooting from the safety and relative comfort of my window seat during the Atlanta/San Francisco leg of our journey. My husband commented that I should name this installment "Find the Dane" because, according to him, there has to be one down there somewhere. Instead, I think I'll dedicate this week's "show" to Scot and Peg Billings because they refuse to fly. Ever. (Such sensible people.) I can't say I enjoy flying — especially since 911 — but sometimes the view is worth the discomfort. So for all of you who refuse to fly, or hate to fly, here's a little treat:

For inquiring minds, I began shooting somewhere over Colorado. The photos are in sequence. The last 5 photographs were taken during our approach to San Francisco International Airport. They reveal the colorful commercial salt ponds located along San Francisco Bay's south shoreline. My husband, the all-knowing scientist, tells me that algae, brine shrimp and bacteria are responsible for the gorgeous color shifts. Salinity concentration controls the distribution of those organisms.