"Ghost in the Cockpit – A Gulfstream V Story"
The moment I stepped into the cockpit of the Gulfstream V, time seemed to pause. There was no roar of jet engines, no chatter between pilots—just the quiet hum of a machine at rest, like a great bird waiting for its next flight.
I ran my hands along the controls, feeling the stories embedded in the worn switches and yokes. How many hands had gripped these? How many hours had been spent chasing the horizon at 45,000 feet? The sheepskin-covered seats, soft yet rugged, whispered of long-haul flights over oceans, moonlit skies, and dawn breaking over distant runways.
Setting up my camera, I knew I had one shot to capture the soul of this place. I wanted the image to feel as if the pilots had just stepped away—shadows still lingering, memories suspended in the dim glow of standby screens.
The shutter clicked.
In that instant, the cockpit became something more than just an array of instruments and controls. It became a relic of adventure, a space where the sky was conquered, where stories were written in contrails across the heavens.
This photograph is a tribute to those who fly—not just with their hands, but with their dreams. ✈️
For the aviators, the wanderers, and the ones who never stop looking up—this one’s for you.
