i love airports. i really do. it's such a surreal space, a no man's land of sorts. you can find everything at an airport and yet nothing. no one belongs there and everone is going somewhere.

my reasons for loving airports might very well be the same as my reasons for loving hotel rooms. i guess i find something relaxing in the neutral and temporary nature of the two. a sense of movement and order.

oh well. enough of the ramble. i'll let the images speak for themselves.

may the force be with you.