Small Planes and Stinky People
Why is it the smaller the plane the stinkier the people? I am sure I'm not alone in this sentiment. I just arrived in Portland for Ingrid and John's wedding after a 2 hour flight from Bozeman and a 45 minute flight from Seattle. I had the distinct displeasure of sitting next to a guy who, from time to time, would shift in his seat and release an odor akin to rotting roadkill. Oh, the joys of air travel.
On the other hand, I love watching people at airports. There is no better place to observe the human race. From the well-dressed business traveler to the mullet-headed body builder. The single mother with two very active young boys that can't sit still. The older couple that sits with one seat between them as one reads the paper and the other reads a magazine, oblivious to their surroundings. There are no less than a dozen cell phones in use as I scan the crowd at the gate. The guy who nearly trips and falls over his luggage as he jumps up when his name is called for a standby ticket must be excited to go somewhere.
And I sit here as a photographer. I have two camera bodies and all my lenses in my bag. Why don't I take pictures? Good question. Maybe it's the light. Maybe it's insecurity or fear of someone getting angry. But now I have talked myself into digging out my S5. So here are a couple of shots from the B gate area of the Portland International Airport.
