I wouldn’t have to worry about human illnesses. I’d have super organs that don’t go haywire on me, and I could zoom back and forth from doctor’s offices faster than Simon Cowell can backtrack from comments that are 12 million votes removed from reality. Not that I’d need to anyway.
And I could have this view of Central Park any time I felt like it.
I’d have x-ray vision too, so make sure you’re not wearing underwear that’s ready to walk away on its own. You know, in case you get into an accident and I have to come rescue you or something.
On second thought, maybe being Superman isn’t all it’s cut out to be.
Oh…airplane shot?
Bingo, Shrew. Hence the haze.
Another song lyric comes to mind here…”when you get caught between the moon and New York City….”
Cool view. Looks like Legos or something like that!
Karma, I’ve always loved how well-defined the edges of the park look when viewed from the air. Like you said, it’s like a Lego border.