After dropping Melissa off for a flight home, I headed back to the car through SMF’s Terminal B skybridge.
A few shots from the past week or so.
While waiting for a flight at Sacramento’s airport, I looked up.
I showed up early for my flight home tonight and the flight was delayed. Balance in the universe is maintained.
What are the odds that I would find someone I know in the SMF airport? You’re right — zero. But it didn’t stop me from trying.
In my search, I walked by a shop selling GoPro Hero cameras. It inspired me to live an action-filled life worthy of an “activity image capture” camera. Hence, the shot above.
Finally, a pro-tip for you: when taking self portraits in an airport, it’s probably best to cover the flashing indicator that suggests a countdown timer. Just sayin’…1
I hope your evening has been as
action-filled relaxing as mine.
- No, I didn’t get to meet the TSA, but as I was sitting at the end of terminal B with my camera propped on the window sill facing the length of the terminal and blinking like crazy, I was wondering how long before I was tackled to the ground and hauled away. For all subsequent selfies, I put the camera a little lower and angled away from other people. No tackles! ↩
I arrived at SMF with too much time on my hands and a camera. Problem solved.
Heading to the airport after a couple of days in Folsom, I watched the sunset through the oleanders as I drove north out of Sacramento. The freeway turned west toward the airport and the Sacramento River, the light show playing dead ahead. Taking the airport exit, I turned left away from the airport, over the freeway, and pulled over to snap this shot.
Another successful detour. :-)
Nighttime flights don’t result in great views of the ground. And rush seating doesn’t always result in me remembering where I sat.
I’ve done this shot before. I think I like it better with the people in it.
After a month or so of not travelling, it’s back on the “road” again. Thanks to my trip to Taipei last year, I get the shorter TSA lines and can sit near the front of the plane. I’m not sure I like the front any better than the far back. Either gets you off the plane fairly quickly.
I had a window seat, but the weather was bleak most of the way. Rather than taking a bunch of pictures, I read a book.