Last Sunday, instead of hitting the treadmill in the hotel gym, I went outside and was one of the only nut-jobs running through central park in the rain. Today, some wild T-storms rolled in just in time for sunset. I went down to find a vantage point near the airport and got rolled up by the Po Po. (talk about de ja vu) Managed to get a couple cool shots…aaaand he let me off….win/win.
Yes, I realize it’s more airplane-porn. Deal with it.