I shot this scene of suburban America from the window seat of a plane bound for Seattle. I don’t know exactly where this was, and while it might be possible to find out, it really could be just about anywhere in America’s sprawling ‘burbs.’


I don’t really like flying these days. I used to love it, but years of pointless security theatre and being shunted into narrow seats with precious little leg room has rather dulled the excitement I once felt as I walked into the near clinical surroundings of a modern airport.

I’m still a window seat person though. I like that opportunity to see the world from a different perspective, to look upon our landscape as if studying it from afar. I’ve taken many pictures from window seats, and on this November day in the United States, as the cold winds chilled those on the ground, I was again pointing my lens to the ground from the clouds above as I cheated the Gods of travel by taking to the air.

In fact, it was another window seat shot that I featured that day on 366 pictures. As I bid farewell to Boston and took to the air, I snapped a quick shot of a lighthouse just out on the edge of the city’s treacherous harbor.

I think that picture of the lighthouse was better than this one of the ‘burbs.’ However, there’s something curiously organic about pictures of suburban houses and streets from the air. While cities remind me of computer circuit boards, the sprawling cul-de-sacs remind me of some kind of vine or mould that grows almost unnoticed. Maybe that’s just the way my mind works, but I’m surely not the only person who finds this kind of picture interesting, am I?