Weekly Photo Mojo: My Plane’s Propeller Stopped in Mid-Air.

I’ve always had a slight uneasiness when flying. Just the fact that I am up thousands of feet in the air, with my life in someone else’s hands, gives me a pang of anxiousness. Though I’ve gotten comfortable with flying a bit more over the past couple of years, take off and landing still make me pray to gods I don’t normally.

While on a flight from Montreal to St. John’s Newfoundland, I was messing around with shutter speeds on my newly purchased DSLR, and the photos ended up giving me chills.

At upwards of 500+ shutter speeds, I was able to freeze the propeller outside my window to the point where you could read the manufacturing brand on it. This effectively gave me the heebie-jeebies, evoking a feeling that the propeller had actually stopped, until I looked away from the DSLR’s screen to make sure.

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Weekly Photo Mojo is about stimulating your cortex with retina rupturing and awe-inspiring photos from around the world to help you reach Terminal Vicariosity (The point where the mind reaches maximum capacity from living vicariously through someone else, and chooses to start actually living.)

What feeling does this photo evoke for you?

 

A self-proclaimed corporate escape artist with a severe disdain for the mundane, a hammock addict, an adrenaline junky, and a dreamer. This blog is a collection of my travels and mis-adventures; an odyssey of oddities you if you will, not to find myself but to create myself. To seek out true knowledge first hand by discovering cultures around the world with an open mind and naked eyes.

8 Comments

  1. Reply
    Jayne

    Yes, that would make my heart beat a little faster hahaha along with that pang of anxiousness you talk about. I think no matter how much we get used to flying, theres still some doubts…so there should be to! But your picture, how bad do you want to get away? makes a lot of sense to me, in that everything we do is risky, why not take that chance for your dreams 🙂

  2. Reply
    Kitty

    Hey Ryan,

    I’m ok with take off, not so bad with flying so long as it’s not through clouds in a prop plane because that has spawned the mantra:
    “I can control my breathing. I cannot control the plane.” in conjunction with deep slow breathing and a little praying, but to whom, I don’t know.

    It’s the landing that freaks me out and I still cannot figure out why people start clapping the moment the tire first squeals on the runway. I figure that’s a good time for the wing tip to hit the ground and send us all hurtling ass over tea kettle across the tarmac. The big exhale happens for me when the plane has slowed down to the easy coasting taxiing speed as it finds its way to the disembarking area.

    14 more days until I get on my flight to Nicaragua for a 6 month adventure! So excited.
    ~Kitty

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