Will there really be a “Morning”?
Is there such a thing as “Day”?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like Water lilies?
Has it feathers like a Bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?

Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!
Oh some Wise Men from the skies!
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called “Morning” lies!

Emily Dickinson
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Filming at Airbus Headquarters and one of the last Air France Concordes, Toulouse, 2012

TIM_1158I recall the people kindly gave us a cherry picker and the keys to the plane and said ‘she’s all yours for the next two days’. A slightly surreal moment and a real dream for the entire film crew who became sudden aeronautical specialists and plane nerds.

I knew instinctively that it was the very hardness of life in the desert which drew me back there — it was the same pull which takes men back to the polar ice, to high mountains, and to the sea

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Wilfred Thesiger

Sometimes when I look south on a clear shining day, search the contours of the coast as it plunges and falls away, the sweeping seas shimmer to the horizon, I swear Africa I see you, I hear you

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