Life is a funny thing. While I was single working at the airport about two years ago, our crew would always come up on our breaks to the area just outside domestic departures to chain smoke themselves into a grave, and I had to get my two packs of second hand smoke in a day so I happily obliged. Night after night, I’d look across the doorway and there was this cute girl standing in her CMA uniform alone. Never a word spoken, never a move made. After a couple of months, I finally left that company behind and disappeared from the airport life for some time until eventually I found my way back to a small little company – CMA. The very same company that cute girl was working for. So about another year passed before her & I actually spent any time together talking really at work or outside of work, until recently and now have found a close friendship. Oddly enough, it wasn’t until we were sitting having dinner together after this shoot that I realised just what had happened in the way we stumbled into one another after a desire launched, literally, years ago. And about that, we laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and got mildly embarrassed while having a delicious sushi dinner.
I work at the airport. I’m one of those guys you see way down on the ground running around your aircraft making sure your bag & cargo arrive safely with you. I drive those funny looking machines in impossible spaces pulling up to multi-million dollar aircraft. I’m one of those guys, but as people find out I do a little of that job and have been for some time, they often say “Well you are, but you aren’t really one of those guys. You aren’t like that.” …And it’s true really, it’s not the sort of work you see a delicate, romantic souled photographer involved in. In fact, is there a more odd mix around?
And since I started at the airport a few years ago full-time, I’d take my camera with me everyday just in case there was that one special aircraft coming in, or some extraordinary sky. So while now when I go in for my few days every month at the airport, I rarely bring my camera. Without a doubt since I returned home from Helsinki about three weeks ago, I’ve had any inspiration escape me completely – I left the house for work on Monday, and when I got about a minute from the house I had the irressistable urge to turn back and grab my camera. If you know me at all, I always give into any inspired action, so I turned back, threw my camera in my bag and marched off to work…
It’s an extraordinarily powerful universe when you open yourself up to listening…
I like where I am.
And I love where I’ve been.
And I’m over the moon about where I’m going.
I’m on the brink of something extraordinary.
Free as a bird.
