Crop Circles | Window seat at 30,000 feet | 2015
“At this height, Kansas is just a concept, a checkerboard design of wheat and corn
no larger than the foldout section of my neighbor’s travel magazine. At this stage of the journey
I would estimate the distance between myself and my own feelings is roughly the same as the mileage
from Seattle to New York … ”
— From “Reading Moby-Dick at 30,000 Feet,” a 1998 poem by Tony Hoagland.
(I’m on the road this week and am relying on quotes by scientists and authors to complement my photos.)
