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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Art in Terminal D at DFW Airport

For a while I’ve thought of visiting every work of art displayed in Terminal D at DFW Airport. Mission accomplished this morning, having arrived early, checked in and then walked around looking for the artwork. A nice fellow at the information desk told me that they allow photography of the artwork, but not so much of the airport. He asked me to photograph discretely and purposefully so that the guards would not have to stop me. He also gave me a small pamphlet that guided me around the terminal to the location of each piece.
Lighting challenged me, for they have above and all around fluorescent and incandescent lights of all colors. I did not bring my wide-angle lens, so I focused on details of the works, and sometimes combined the art with its surroundings. One mosaic in circles looks nice in the same frame with the long escalators nearby.
Photographing children at play in the harmonic labyrinth was fun, too. Next time, though, I’ll put the camera in Program mode and grab shots that way. The children engaged in so much action and so quickly that I did not have the time to adjust my aperture and shutter. Still, I think I can work with what I have in Photoshop or in Aperture.



On the way to the Admiral's Club, a cool hallway -- if you pardon the pun.


Athello Beck "Cypress Trees"


In green, at play, in blue. Children play in Christopher Janney's harmonic labyrinth.


Linda Guy "Dance! Don't Walk"


Richard Zapata "The Highest Power"


Ted Kincaid "Untitled"
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Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
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