30,000 feet and climbing

thousands of feet above the ground, traveling hundreds of miles an hour, and my mind is quietly fixed on Joe and his short life. i wonder if this looks like anything he saw on his way up, though i know that where he is is far more spectacular...

this was a beautiful evening to fly and i had to take advantage of these awesome clouds on my way back to new york.

breathe easy Joe

joe mackool
these few photos are a tribute to joe mackool. he died of complications from cystic fibrosis late last night. i was in school with him for many years and he was a dear friend of mine. about a year ago he got a whole new set of lungs at Columbia Presbyterian and proudly showed me his giant stapled scar that went from one armpit to the next. he was skinny, but pink, and said he didn't know what to do with all the extra air in his lungs. after months of chronic organ rejection the disease caught up with him. he will be very very missed.
love you joe

love you...