Tuesday, June 23, 2009
There is a poem I cannot find at this time, about pilots ... about a boy looking up in the back yard as a plane flies over ... about "the concentration of good men."
I like analyze non-verbal communication. In the photo which is, to me, incredibly beautiful, someone to our left is taking the photo. There is someone to the right.
In this photo, there is one person looking directly at the camera - like you should be - and he is a pilot.