Flying
The first leg of our journey to New York a couple weeks ago included an evening flight to Portland, Oregon (before changing planes to a red eye flight to the Big Apple). Most of the time the sun was so bright (setting in the west and I was on the left side of the plane heading north) that I couldn’t see much. But for the moment when I took today’s pic, the plane’s wing/engine got in the way of my vision and the sun and (ignoring the dirty window) afforded a nice, heavenly view.