|Nikon FA 50mm series E Ilford HP5 Plus 400|
I took the shot then wandered out to the place where I was to meet Jamie. By the time her plane arrived and she made her way down to where I waited this place was full of the above mentioned crowd, and I waited the interminable wait surrounded by the din.
It wasn't until I developed the film and scanned the photos many weeks later that this photo hit me square in the face. Airports are permanent temporary places. They exist as places we spend as little time in as possible while we make our way somewhere else. The baggage claim is perhaps the epitome of this for me, because while the terminal has entertainment and food and magazines and is designed for waiting, the baggage claim is for getting your bag and leaving. There is none of that other stuff (except in Vegas, but Vegas is not of this earth). You get in, you push people out of the way and grab your bag with the tassel and get the heck out.
Yet here it is in repose. Here it is as IT waits. It waits for us. It waits for the crowd, for the din. It waits until the time that it can make you wait. This interval must be pretty brief. If you've ever watched the planes come in to LAX you know that.
I feel lucky to have seen it.