San Francisco, with the Bay and Golden Gate bridges, and the Marin Headlands and Pacific Ocean in the background.
Another view of The City, with the financial district and Embarcadero in the foreground, Nob Hill on the near right, and Chinatown and North Beach (home of the Beats in the 1950s) just beyond that. The green swatch on the right is the Presidio, and that on the left is Golden Gate Park. The thin green rectangle extending below that is the Panhandle; to the left of that is Haight-Ashbury, famed as the hippie neighborhood of the late 1960s.
Circular agricultural fields created by center-pivot irrigation systems in a Nevada desert valley.
The northern end of the Great Salt Lake. From the plane, the water near the shore of the Lake looked reddish.
A fertile valley with mountains (the Uintas?) to the east.Unfortunately,the clouds seen in this photo became a solid overcast (from my point of view, undercast) that hid the Tetons and the Snowy Range from sight as we crossed Wyoming.
Sand hills of western Nebraska.
A typical Great Plains scene: small town with grain elevators and landscape divided into square homestead grant sections.
Confluence of the Mississippi and Wisconsin rivers, at Prairie du Chien, Wisconsin. 
Milwaukee. Wisconsin is one of three states (the others are South Dakota and Oregon) in which I've never set foot. At least now I have a couple of photos from the air.
New York's Finger Lakes district. From bottom to top: Keuka, Seneca, Cayuga and (very faintly in the background) Owasco lakes. 
Hudson River and George Washington Bridge. New Jersey is in the foreground, Manhattan in the center, and the Bronx in the background, separated from Manhattan by the Harlem River, which is here obscured by bluffs on the east side of Manhattan.
Whitestone (foreground) and Throg's Neck bridges, both connecting Queens (on the right) to the Bronx, with the western end of Long Island Sound beyond. 
At dusk we were approaching JFK Airport from the south, over the Atlantic. Brooklyn (my home!) is in the background.
Great aerial photos! I have only been to SF once, and loved it! :D
ReplyDeleteSo how did you get to set your feet in Iowa, Wyoming, North Dakota, Minnesota, Nebraska and Montana - and never make it to South Dakota, home of the Badlands, Sturgis, Deadwood, and the original Little House on the Prairie (De Smet)?? Inquiring minds want to know!
ReplyDeletedjstan - It mostly has to do with my first marriage. She was from Rock Island, Illinois, but we had our engagement party in Davenport, Iowa, just across the Mississippi. Our wedding was at her parents' summer house in Park Rapids, Minnesota. The nearest airport to there is Fargo, and we spent our wedding night at a Holiday Inn there during a minor flood. Because of the rain, we arrived after the restaurant closed, so we had to take off our shoes and wade across the parking lot to McDonald's for dinner. Perhaps this was a sign that the marriage was fated to fail.
ReplyDeleteI scored Nebraska by going to a National Association of Insurance Commissioners meeting in Omaha, and Montana by spending a week working on a dinosaur dig sponsored by the Museum of the Rockies in Bozeman.
I look forward to the day when I can sample the glories of South Dakota.
Whoops--forgot Wyoming. I actually lived there for several months when I was four years old, while my dad went through Air Force OCS at Francis E. Warren AFB in Cheyenne.
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