I don't know if it was the weird nostalgia that comes from the end of a trip or if it was the plane's neato yellow engine and bad-ass cautionary graphics that did it...but shortly after becoming airborne I became inspired to start taking some...DRUMROLL....artsy photos! Yay art!
I wasn't planning on going, but I found cheap tickets online last minute. (Literally, I ended up buying tickets at 4am on Friday morning for a flight at 2pm later that day. What's better than the InterWeb? For seriously.)