The suspense novelist hard at work during the flight. Hey, it was Thursday--a work day. Trip or not, I must fulfill my daily number of pages. I finished just as we were about to land. Body count-- one.
Descending to land at Paine Field on an overcast day. Boeing has a huge manufacturing facility there. So huge they say it has weather patterns inside it, including clouds and rain. (Any scientists out there want to explain that one?)
Nice shot in window frame.
Voila, zee runway. (That's the camera tilted, not the plane.)
Self shot upon landing.
Good job gettin us here, Mr. Pilot.
View of Whidbey Island from hotel room. (Much more of the the island to the left of picture, but the loading ferry was in the way. It goes back and forth all day. No bridge to the island.)
Yikes. It's Friday! Which means I must write pages for the next two hours until we move on. No body count today. Just a clandestine burial.