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.

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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.