I’ve always enjoyed watching airplanes land. Since Slideman took me to see the Boeing 747 land at Mitchell Field in Some Year I won’t say, I have found it exhilarating. Almost as exhilarating as surviving my own landings. But that’s another story.
A few years ago I discovered Pelicans. I’d never seen them up close and personal, but across from Alcatraz Island is a great spot. Watching them fly and land reminded me of those huge, low, eerily clunky and seemingly impossible old planes from WWII. They really impressed me.
Today, as I was crossing the bridge over the Werra River, the white swan landed — came down over my head and to the river and I was just struck by the amazing beauty, majesty, even, and power of this creature as she came down, wingspan so much larger than one thinks, beautiful smooth tucked in suddenly, elegantly floating in the river.
Bad day to have left the phone camera at home.