Same fence, same cloudy sky, another arrival. When you stand under the flight path, the planes come one after another, and each one looks a little different as it breaks through the clouds.
This one swept in low with its landing light blazing, wing tip passing almost straight overhead before it disappeared toward the runway. Below it, the street carried on as usual: the colorful mural, the gas station, the corner store still open.
If you like big machines and city nights, this is one of the best free shows around.
