Above the Clouds, Above the Midwest

Flying on American Airlines from Chicago to NYC, we had an eyeful of beauty above the clouds. These cumulus wonders billowed and twisted up into the shapes of everything from bunnies to nuclear explosions. Here’s a handful of my favorite shots.

Naked; no filters — this photo renders me officially sick of Hipstamatic:

There’s something inherently exciting, yet oddly soothing about being above the clouds — like a great massage that you’re sure is about to end, or that feeling when you wake up cozy in bed and hear that it’s storming violently outside. It feels oddly natural to be so high, hurtling through the air in an aluminum tube. I wonder why that is.