Life Between Worlds

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I invite you to step into moments of extended time to view my life between worlds. For me, the airport is never a frantic place; instead, travel is where I find life's deepest moments. Each image, with its caption, takes you into an understanding of this place.

I invite you to step into moments of extended time to view my life between worlds.

For me, the airport is not a frantic place; instead, travel is where I find life's deepest moments.

Each image, with its caption, takes you into my understanding of this timeless space.

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Welcome to my alternative world of flight.
An unexpected four-hour delay gave time for an unexpected self portrait to emerge.

The wing is my personal extension, enjoying the magic of flight and the peace of being above.

Sharing a mellow mood with a fellow traveller

Ideas flow at the Office in the Air, even with my coworker one seat ahead.

As the Endless Flight Delays wind down, the Sticker Fairy remembers the heartfelt reactions of pilots and flight attendants...and lets go.

The symbolism takes a twist, knowing the inside story of a Tale of Two Airlines

Am I the solitary cloud contemplating my shadow?

The connector between Earth and sky: Our gatekeeper finally allows us to leave

Is it unusual that I am most at home while in a suspended state of travel?

Violet-colored glasses in a glamour of fog: How do you see your world?

The empty chair of possibilities in a room of different lenses on the world

A West Coast state of mind, where different directions connect and converge

Departing for peaceful, expansive Midwest skies

The higher perspective takes me above trivial matters. From the air, alignment becomes more clear.

Boarding Complete: we’re sent off by a jetbridge driver deep in thought

Flying Solo from Seat 1A and watching others enter the portal

One airport, many directions

I was once on a flight where the pilots pointed out their favorite fishing spot. How similar are stories told from the ground?

A small round portal at the outer edge of a small round planet

Our shadow looms large while landing. Do the cars notice the magic?

After giving up on a very delayed flight just before sunrise, I wander to a nearby spot and feel grounded -- in more ways than one.

Nomadic Essentials for All Seasons

Rain or shine, the airport bustles like any other city

Being swept into an unfamiliar world: isn't that the essence of travel?

Feeling the seriousness of the airport as I stumble to find the correct entrance: Some portals are not smooth sailing.

I turned a corner and paused, thinking of everything that led me here...and wondering where I'm going.

Lightness brings light: a carryon suitcase transcends decades

On my way...or heading home? Is it possible to sense the difference when trips become a blur?

Leaving the airport after landing: Is there anticipation? Relief? Or any awareness at all?

A solitary boat leaves the safety of shore: What is my own direction?

Luxurious moments can be found in little bites with bird's-eye views

Thinking of a friend who claims there are no 90-degree angles in nature

The airplane shadow has no interest in coming back down to Earth

Our little shadow points the way home, and reminds me of our place in nature

A hidden arrow points the way to sights unseen from the ground

The balance between relaxing and hustling is tilting in a better direction

Descending from the portal above

During a flight delay, there's a point in time when we spot that glimmer of hope

A place of refuge while waiting to board

There are few worries in the life of an air cargo courier, even with delays at Midnight

Lessons in Patience: When the Last Bag appears...and it's not yours

I take great pleasure in owning bags that do not look alike

Letting the light lead the way. What adventure awaits?

Waving Goodbye: Does the sign say what her friends cannot?