I make a point to always get a window seat when I fly on a plane. With my camera in my hand, I am easily occupied for a while. There's something so magical about seeing a landscape from up above. The way the mountains unfold like crinkled aluminum foil, the way the buildings look small enough to fit in your hand, the way the shadows seem even more exaggerated (though that could just be the time of day). It's beautiful. I could wax poetic about it for hours, but I'll spare you and just show the pictures.
The first three are from flying into Phoenix and the last ones are leaving Reno, I think.
From the last sunset of 2011.