The Truth Often Hurts

I don't have the right to say anything. My father worked for Exxon. It provided a good living. I pushed airplanes around the sky. It too provided a good living — for me and my children. But every time I see a contrail sky like this I can't help but believe we are messing up.

Today was supposed to be a blue-sky day. (I pay close attention to the weather.)   Instead, we got a milky, white-hot sky. I can't help but wonder if these contrails and that sky are connected. 

The truth often hurts.  But it's still the truth.  Even if it's ugly. 

Nikon D7000 — Nikon 18-300mm F6.3 ED VR

18mm

F8@1/8th

Polarizer

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