Contrails – Eskildoodle Photos and Feelings

Where the Contrails End

We were not alone in the morning sky as we passed from Nebraska to Colorado recently. Shadows from the contrails of other planes left dark lines on the ground parallel to our direction of flight until they abruptly ended somewhere over eastern Colorado. Other contrail shadows that can be seen crossing our flight path seemContinue reading “Where the Contrails End”

Sunrise: Contrails, Clouds, and Colors

Colorful clouds and contrail lances graced the pastel blue of the morning sky. Though the ever-changing colors lasted only a few moments, the memories remained to brighten the whole day. #sunrise #contrails #clouds #morning

Outside the Box

Jupiter (left) and Aldebaran (right) seem to be captive to clouds and contrails while Mars, well outside the box, serenely looks down upon them. Then imagination kicks in and there seems to be a sleepy face peering through a partially open window while the tip of his night cap ends by the sparkling Mars. AContinue reading “Outside the Box”

Cross My Heart and Hope to Fly

I remember my dad telling of the first time he had ever seen an airplane in the sky over the plains of Nebraska. It was a strange and novel sight and inspired him to learn to fly, which he did in 1929. He shared his dreams of flight with the rest of us, but IContinue reading “Cross My Heart and Hope to Fly”

Wishes on Wings

Silver wings streaming contrails across the cold, azure sky carried travelers to their destinations to celebrate the birth of a new year. Family and friends awaited the arrival of loved ones and the memories to be made and shared. Some may be happy and a few may be sad, but whatever they may be, IContinue reading “Wishes on Wings”

Orange Trails in the Sunset

Contrails and clouds merge and mingle to provide canvas for the sun to paint its parting picture to be admired by the mindful or ignored by the indifferent. #sunset #clouds #contrails

Tic-Tac-Sky

Confluent contrails left by a multitude of jets persisted long enough to leave this heavenly hashtag or tic-tac-toe grid in the sky. Like the coming new year, the game has not yet begun, but it makes me wonder how will it begin and what will be the next move.