Planes, for me, are inherent symbols of freedom and adventure. They’re stunning pieces of man-made technology. I love to know where they’re heading, thinking about who could be onboard and what they’re all going to do at their destination. It’s partly an exercise in imagination, and it makes me appreciate these machines on a more human level.
I love the smell of jet fuel in the air. It’s a smell that triggers equal parts memory and imagination. It’s a smell I connect with impending adventure.