I flew to Albuquerque this afternoon. Now hanging at the airport to meet my stepfather and drive up to Santa Fe for my stepbro’s 50th birthday. Quick flight, but I chose a window seat on the right side of the plane so I could play with the camera. The views reminded me why I’m such a happy immigrant to the Mountain Time Zone.
This accidental shot that turned out to be a good bookend for the start of the trip.
Fly Frontier! Until They Go Bankrupt!
Couple of photos from the plane:
Little bit of a bumpy landing:
The Albuquerque airport. The light and coloring in the west are so amazing, even the airport is beautiful.
Now ensconced in the Sunport’s faux western workspace, pretending to edit a brief (hi, co-counsel!) while in fact playing with photos and receiving regular Bronco updates from Tim.