The pictures were spectacular. The fact that they were taken through a smudged translucent medium called the window (of a rickety plane), was a limitation. And of course my camera, though I hate to admit it.
The objects of my camera lens, the terraces, fields, villages, I am sure were no less than the ones I have in my coffee table books of breathtaking arial pictures.
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Reminds me of my flight to Jomsom in Nepal
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