Matt Feldman Photography
In transit on a Monday morning. Both me and him and people on the planes beyond. Shot from the moving walkway to Terminal 2F at Paris Charles de…
Waiting in Terminal D, in one of the small sections of the airport that isn’t a Duty Free shop.
I’ve posted a shot of this gate before. It’s at the midpoint of Detroit’s McNamara Terminal: the main security checkpoint, where the train boards, where the tunnel leads to another terminal, where walkways begin. Where all the action is. So Delta makes a bit of a show here.
Flying between Amsterdam and Johannesburg last week. I probably should have pulled out my proper camera.
It’s going to be an interesting year. Each time my calendar page turns to January, I’m always surprised with how few of the previous year’s happenings I would have predicted 365 days ago. Likewise for 2013, with events personal and professional, the year was replete with change and surprise.
From the plane at Schiphol, heading toward Nice, France on a rainy June morning.
The terminal end of Terminal 2E at Paris’ Charles de Gaulle airport.
In the early morning light, a beautifully maintained C-47 sits on the flightline of the Cherbourg airport. We would later see it spooling up for its practice flights,…
At Patapsco Valley State Park, near Baltimore’s airport.
I’d like to think I had it coming. As I was boarding the shuttle bus from the plane to the terminal at JNB, expecting to transfer to my flight to Atlanta, I said to my colleague, “I would love it if there was some issue and I ended up going someplace other than Atlanta.”
I love watching airports. Whether it’s planes moving around the ramps or cargo being loaded or the distant lights of incoming planes on approach to a runway, there’s so much to see. So many possibilities of people and places and machines. The aircraft in this picture had just arrived from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, and was headed to Miami. Minutes later, a pallet carrying a massive BMW sedan would be loaded into the belly of the plane parked at the next gate, followed by the suitcases of the people sitting above.
Climbing southward out of Amsterdam, bound for Paris. The forests and farms of The Netherlands about to disappear below the clouds.
Stone, sky and vapour. Midday on the streets of Cannes.
The runways at the San Diego airport push right up against traffic lanes, sidewalks and buildings. This was taken from the sidewalk during busy evening approaches. I had…
With apologies to They Might Be Giants, I’ve been spoiled by Morocco. Again. In Istanbul, I was hoping for, and indeed expecting, a city teetering on the edge of two worlds. Straddling Europe and Asia, on the edge of the Middle East (Turkey’s neighbor to the east is Iraq), I expected crazy.