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Whenever I see airplane trails crossing in the sky, I’m reminded of two things: the first is my documentary photojournalism class at UNC. It was probably my favorite class in college and we once had a lively discussion about airplane trails creating a cross figure to symbolize the preponderance of religious fanaticism in the South (yeah, photographers have those ridiculous conversations sometimes). I’m also reminded of my dad, the pilot, of course. When I was little, any time I saw or heard an airplane up in the sky, I would point and say “Look! That’s my daddy up in the sky!” adorable, I know.
anyway, glad I had my camera with me while I was walking home from work this afternoon.
Photo taken on Thursday, December 8, 2011.