In Alaska, it feels as if half the population are pilots. Along the Knik river, there is an old train bridge. I sat there photographing these gorgeous mountains as planes flew overhead. I waited until this yellow plane flew back around for one of my favorite shots of the trip.
In Alaska, it feels as if half the population are pilots. Along the Knik river, there is an old train bridge. I sat there photographing these gorgeous mountains as planes flew overhead. I waited until this yellow plane flew back around for one of my favorite shots of the trip.
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