Leaving, on a jetplane.


Day in Houston

Night in Atlanta.


I felt oddly drawn to this sign, as if its left over from the age of prop DC planes. Imagining days of airlines with flight attendants in weird hats and skimpy skirts, when you could smoke in the cabin and service really meant something. (I don't smoke so one of those really doesn't matter).

On a final note, you get some really strange looks from other pax when you go for the bathroom with a camera in hand...