Controlled

A beautiful Edinburgh Saturday meant, naturally, that I was stuck in the Hilton Hotel at the airport all day on a course. The only saving grace was the amount of little snacks available.

Afterwards I was about to head through to the wild west when I glimpsed the Air Traffic Control Tower. I've never really looked at it, but close up it is like something from Close Encounters and, I thought, very surreal and silvery.

It also reminded me of this.