Navigating over the inhospitable and barren Hindu Kush mountains of Afghanistan.
Snow, ice and peaks for as far as the eye can see.
It was a sight I enjoyed for hours on end every day when I was flying my Fokker 50 during those adventures in Afghanistan. A shot taken in 2008 when flying my Fokker 50 back to Kabul. 

The early start of my flying career was like being dropped in the deep; flying those domestic flights in Afghanistan was not for the faint hearted and a steep learning curve was necessary to live another day.
Flying over these hostile landscapes was not without risk, but the views were second to none.
The few times I dream about flying I find myself back over Afghanistan again, floating among it's peaks.

A country that holds a thousand untold stories and keeps it's mysteries for itself.