In O'Hare airport trying to pass through on the day that the rain we've needed so much has finally arrived.

Unless you're close to my age, you probably don't remember how air flight used to be fairly pleasant. Friendly gate agents, pleasant flight attendants and mostly happy passengers. It was probably fun riding in model-T's too.

Now you sit in the food court, eat bad plastic food and listen to endless loop of Miles Davis so you're aware that this is  Chicago. At least you get a fairly benign mall atmosphere for the $50 the city charges to pass through.

Mon voyage poursuit…

A more mellow adrenalin junkie

I redeemed the voucher for a birthday gift last week and took a powered parachute ride. If you've known me long you know that in my former life of adrenalin junkiedom this is a fairly tame endeavor.

But we strapped in/on, powered up and we were gone. 

This very pretty "motorcycle of the air" was major fun.

I'm going to investigate more (my friend Linda's brother is one of the kings of that world) but I'm guessing the money might be more enjoyably wasted in the world of "cheap auto road racing" (kind like saying cheap heroin). We'll see what spring brings.

Mon voyage pursuit

"The reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated"

So to slowly start working my way back to this blog I'm going to post the current "Photo of the Week" from my website:

I use this image to discuss "Point of View" in one of my photo classes. He wasn't nearly as close or as large as he looks!

Mon voyage poursuit…