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Assaulting color and tangible whiteness
We took off over the white sands of the national monument west of Holloman. As we turned north, hardened black lava flows split the desert floor. Surrounding both were only the tans shades of desert. The colors of the Tularosa Basin. We met a gray tanker, a converted 3-engine DC-10 airliner, a “KC-10”, in the skies above Socorro, NM, south of Albuquerque. As we flew west over Arizona and California, the reds, golds, and greens of Sedona, the Grand Canyon, Red Rocks, and California mountains were muted from high above…
Donna Douglass
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On the head of a pin
Many times, as I’ve flown into California, I’ve watched the dirt roads and hills pass beneath the plane and tried to find routes I’d ride if I lived there. So many hills and trails. So green and so many lakes and valleys. So here I am, for my first Xterra Triathlon…
Donna Douglass
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Four sunsets
The sky was ablaze as I climbed above the white sands of the national monument just off the end of the runway. It was another breathtaking sunset painted on the canvas of high thin cirrus…
Donna Douglass
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trajectories and terrible comm 26 March 05
We do it in airplanes every time we flying formation. In order to stay close to, but not hit, your flight lead, you calculate where he’ll be during the next span of time, and therefore, where you need to me and how to get there. After a few formation flights, this becomes subconscious. It rises to consciousness, however, when you found you have just done this on a highway in a car going a mile a minute…
Donna Douglass
Cleverly Disguised
Ponderings by Donna Douglass
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