A Texas based photographer takes us into the mellow desperation that is the departure terminal.
“Departures,” the sign says, with an arrow pointing somewhere. Most of us have experienced the quiet desperation of being in an airport. Gazing at blue monitors, searching for your gate, and feeling your pockets for your boarding pass. Lugging bags or suitcases. Security. No matter how early you get there, you can’t really relax. You have no control. Over. Anything. And, yet, you’re on your way…