august adventure 24: the airport, my second home.
Dance of a Nomad: Day 14, Virginia Airports. Don't you just love them? As an architecture student, airports were those project designed by my creatively brilliant classmates. I saw airports as expressions of a city's wealth or fame or personality. The best cities erected modern, innovative and sleek airports, and, of course, the only airports worth mentioning were international. A mere domestic airport meant that respective city lacked significance in the world. But oh, how I'd drool over a well-designed airport.
Now as a photographer and traveler, I see airports much differently. To me, airports are a place for me to watch the physical dialogue between cultures. I sit waiting for my flight watching the planes take off and land.. hauling people from other cities, other states, other countries. I watch as these people walk through the airport, interacting with themselves and with others. I listen to the sweet medley of accents and languages as they meld together forming the calming white noise of the airport.
I love airports.
On my way to Pennsylvania from New York, I made a short stop in Virginia where I met up with my girlfriend, Katie Martin. Virginia was beautiful, and I was sad to be there only for a short while. I snapped these pictures while waiting to meet up with my other friend.
I love airports.