Showing posts with label Airports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Airports. Show all posts

Saturday, November 25, 2017

A Promising Day

It's 6:50 in the morning and the aircraft were I'm sitting on is taxing to reach the end of the lane for take off. Now that I'm fastened to my window seat, I can really see how the weather is like. When I took my taxi from the hotel in Mougins, ten minutes to five, it was still night. The weather here on the ground, at sea level in Nice, is not really promising. Still, I'm confident that above the clouds things can only get better. In Graz, where I'm flying back, the weather won't be much better. I have to be happy of the hour I'm going to spend over there, some kilometers above.

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Thursday, October 24, 2013

Airports

You know ... when you have that strange feeling of being observed.


Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Good companions

November 2008. Two wheelchairs waiting for someone to take around in Arlanda airport.


Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Take Off lane

It's about time. Few minutes more and my flight will be ready for boarding. I've been sitting a while close to the large window of this airport hall, looking at people coming and going. I have noticed that no one holds anymore a newspaper in the hands, even though it's given for free in places like this. Smart phones,  music players, PCs and tablets have replaced the focus point of today's travellers' field of sight. Looks like everyone is fearful to look people around into the eyes. There's no time to take care of what's happening around. I have had as well the temptation to plug the cord of my PC into an outlet coming out of the nearby wall, but it was not working. I'm thinking this time I was lucky.
Having no one else to look at, I turned my sight to the vast expanse of space beyond the glass, the take off lane that's turning to white as the day falls down, the incumbent wood that covers the horizon and the grey sky that's promising not much.


Monday, November 19, 2012

On the sky ways again

Time to move again, time to fly, to spend endless hours waiting for your flight or running frantically from one end to the other of an airport. Time to move among new people and observe.