This deceptive image is special to me for two reasons. First, I love the mysterious evocativeness of the airplane flying over the pyramid-like structure, suggestive of exoticism and the strange excitement of travel. It has a "postcards-from-faraway-places" quality to it. Second, I love that this is actually an image of an ordinary pitched roof that just happens to be in the flight path of the airport at Edinburgh, Scotland. Granted, Scotland is sort of exotic to me, as an American and all, but there was no real romance to be found in the location where I shot this. It is a lucky accident of geometry, timing, and the nebulous half-truth of photography.
Archival pigment ink print on photo rag paper.