Thursday, February 19, 2009

Spinning the wheels


I suck at writing. What I can contribute though, are my pictures.
The words beneath the photo explain my thoughts.
Don't just look for a pretty picture, look at the message.
Sometimes it's easy, sometimes not.







Stop standing in the aisle and choose a seat.

26 comments:

le7 said...

You're officially commissioned for a photo header...

But very profound.

Make up your minds, get moving and make a decision already. Find your purpose!

sarabonne said...

choose your path and take flight...hah, I could work for hallmark

EndOfWorld said...

powerful. makes me want to take a anti-nausea pill

The Real Shliach said...

What the heck is this supposed to mean?

Cheerio said...

everyone always takes pictures of the outside of the plane... it's unique to have someone present the beauty that can be found within ;)

Crawling Axe said...

Ah, the sweet memories of childhood. Really nice. Better than e’s forcing me to watch Everything is Illuminated.

Cheerio said...

huh?
and that is an awesome movie...

Crawling Axe said...

This picture reminded me of my childhood.

Cheerio said...

do you remember the first time you traveled on a plane? i do.

Crawling Axe said...

The first time I travelled on a plane, I was six crying the whole time and calling out my older cousin’s name. It was a start of a very traumatic summer vacation after which I was never the same.

The picture reminded me of my middle school.

Cheerio said...

wow. i was nine, traveling with my dad to visit my grandmother in her old age home. we ate snacks my mom packed for me, and the flight seemed to take forever. (little did i know then that i would one day take that very same route so often, it would be as routine to me as your average carpool).

The Real Shliach said...

I've been flying since I was the merest of mites.

Crawling Axe said...

I remember the big propellers outside the window. And Odessa from the air.

Anonymous said...

The first time I ever flew I was 2. my mother had given me little soy dogs to eat which I promptly stuffed in my mouth. Unfortunatly before I could swallow sneezed and shot hotdog all over my mom's shirt, causing the man across the isle to immediatly throw up.Loved the picture by the way :)

J

le7 said...

TRS - Be nice.

I flew the first time when I was 16 and since then I've flown much more than my family. (okay minus my dad). Join Chabad and become a world traveller.

The Real Shliach said...

What was not nice about what I wrote?

Cheerio said...

J - that is hysterically gross :)

The Real Shliach said...

At least it wasn't mushy...

le7 said...

There are more polite ways to ask about the meaning of something.

And it was the technical meaning of mushy!

sarabonne said...

J-that really is quite funny.
My first memory of a plane ride: I was pushed up against the window by a rather large person who promptly fell asleep...on me.

The Real Shliach said...

I think there was a misunderstanding here.
le7: I still don't get why my statement about having flown since I was a babe in arms was not nice.
Cheerio: at least your response to j was not mushy.

Crawling Axe said...

TRS — it was a preventive strike.

le7 said...

"The Real Shliach said...
What the heck is this supposed to mean?"

The Real Shliach said...

Preventing what?

Anonymous said...

I know how to tell mushy stories about mush.

J

Anonymous said...

Ouch! on you? see that would have been the perfect time to be eating hotdogs with a cold. It definatly would have improved your situation.

J