The tankers move along the river at an almost glacial pace, their large bodies seemingly sauntering without a care in the world. Drifting, floating, calm. A sight that is almost hypnotic.  It is suddenly interrupted by the gush of power emanating from the engine of the plane as it rushes to steady itself in it's transition from flight to the ground. A bumpy touch, hinting that there is still a danger of losing control. The two a backdrop for the other, a brief moment so eloquent in representing this period of time