Flying gliders in particular offers unique sights.
Cloud base is like being in the belly of a beast:
The hum of the dark, damp dome pulling you upwards into its belly, the lip of the cloud base falling low beneath you, leaving only a circle of land, like a portal to another world.
The landscape reflecting off the mirror polish of the wings, in a view so familiar to soaring pilots and so abstract and inexplicable to someone who has never seen it.
A tilted horizon and great shafts of light that re-define the world in three dimensional shapes and forms.
The many textures of human life, seen from not too high so they look like an impersonal map, and not from so low that they become disconcerting. This comfortable altitude shows so many stories about the people who live here.
Flying gliders requires me to see the relationships between sun and ground and the air and how it flows.
My imagination and knowledge fill in what the eye cannot see, like wind and thermals and gravity.
These seen and unseen things are what I wish to show you.