See my essay, "Airport Gothic," with photography by cousin Shelley Eades, at Untapped SF:
This is the airport.
Feel it: Slick, breezy, international; a place that wakes you up, gets the blood pumping. A place where people are on the move. Rosy-fingered dawn; awaiting departure. There’s something about the smell of coffee and jet fuel early in the morning.... [Continue reading at Untapped SF]
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Updated: Friday, 2 September 2011 7:24 PM JST
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