It seems I am on a plane at least once a month. Sometimes by my own choice other times for work. I used to be a nervous flyer after a couple of incidents involving storms and running out of fuel. Then one day I didn’t care anymore because I realized that I had zero control over the outcome of the flight anyways so why bother. I could ramble about statistics of flight versus other modes of travel but the reality is you have no control so why worry. Now you will find me reading my iPad through the worst turbulence or snoozing if the air is smooth. Oh, I guess you can tell where one picture was taken where the arrival was. No, I hate Vegas.
For the record these were all shot on a cheap Canon ELPH 330HS. Not bad if I say so myself.