Right now I am recovering from jetlag.
I love traveling and don’t mind airports; the airplanes are not my favorites, but they haven’t done me any harm so far, and it is enough to ask for. I have got two close calls though.
In 1979 I visited a friend who used to work on a tiny island north of the Arctic Circle. On my way home, very tired, I fell asleep without buckling up my safety belt. I woke up from a sharp pain in my leg, and when I opened my eyes I saw the cockpit door upside down. It was spinning! I was in the first row, and I heard people behind me scream, and it was so surreal – that spinning door, the screams and me flapping around ( I didn’t realize my leg stuck somehow between the seats, which perhaps saved my life). I just remember the only thought that came into my mind : how high we are? I don’t know how long it all lasted, probably just a few seconds. The airplane straightened and started to regain altitude. The crew members didn’t explain us anything about the incident, but when we landed in an hour the place was all lit by the fire trucks and ambulances flashing lights. Some passengers were injured.
Since then I read everything I find about the plane crashes and accidents in the air. That strange spinning of the aircraft during its fall has never left my mind. Perhaps I found my answers when watching the movie Flight by Robert Zemeckis. Great movie, by the way.
Another close call was an aborted take off. We were said that one of the doors was not locked properly. Well, to be precise, it was not even closed.
There are a few pictures from the airports. I love Chicago O’Hare for its artistic air.
Photography tip of the day: Posed photos are great; candid photos are stunning.