Some really great airplane shots taken by my son in San Diego on Monday.
From Jean Baudrillard‘s book “America“: There is nothing to match flying over Los Angeles by night. A sort of luminous, geometric, incandescent immensity, stretching as far as the eye can see, bursting out from the cracks in the clouds. Only Hieronymus Bosch‘s hell can match this inferno effect. The muted fluorescence of all the diagonals: