It was 1966 when I sat in an Avianca jet way high over the jungle of South America. In hours we'd arrive at a Latin City, it was hours since we'd left New York and about high noon outside my window. I'd been reading a novel when absent-mindedly I peered out of the window and down through the cloudless sky to see...
Well something quite like what you've shown us here. No... not as vast, yet 33,000 feet below there were shapes in the jungle clearings that must have been maybe miles long. Shapes which I expect could not have been understood at all from the ground.
Perplexed I called the stewardess who peered out, shook her head and said, "Yes, I've often wondered about them as well. Curious, eh?"
I've never flown over them in daylight since, nor do I have pictures... except for those inside my head... and the one you've posted up there.
