It's late in the afternoon at the end of another long week. For three nights in a row I was up long into the evenings working, punching keys on the laptop, and then up too early, hammering out the running miles to try and keep things balanced. Only on the long, desolate drive to the airport did I pause and acknowledge the fact that I've been working too hard again. Trying to do too much. No sooner than this thought registers do I find myself taking the off-ramp toward the entrance to CVG, headed home once again.
September has brought in the cool air and the days have become noticeably shorter. As I unload my bags I question whether fall could really be arriving so soon again. Over the years, Cincinnati has probably been my single-most frequented destination, and with that familiarity comes an astute sense of minor changes. The tiniest little details have a way of standing out to me each time I visit. New buildings, closed restaurants, highway construction. But each trip seems to blur into the previous ones, like the seasons of years past all blending into one another. On this particular visit, a new art installation was in progress at CVG, changing the entire appearance of the concourse even as compared to when I was last there, three weeks ago.
The first time I flew into CVG, I was young and just out of college, traveling for one of my first business-related trips. When we landed in Northern Kentucky, I panicked, thinking I had somehow gotten on the wrong plane. That was nearly fifteen years ago. A short period after that, Starbucks finally opened in the terminals. For more than a decade now, I've routinely claimed the corner table at the Starbucks located in CVG Concourse B. There, nearly every time I travel, I've enjoyed a warm drink while watching people come and go, up the escalator into the terminal and toward their departure gates. From this perch, I habitually sink back into my chair, bury myself in a musical narrative streaming through my headphones, and press the pause button on life to clear my busy mind. Even if it lasts only for a fleeting moment.
My fascination with airports stems from the temporal nature of our interactions in these spaces. In airports, the collisions of our lives with one another happen only for the briefest of periods. All of us, individually, passing through any given airport on any given day, in combinations never to be naturally duplicated again. What are the chances, then, of finding someone again after we leave?
After capturing these images, I searched through the "Missed Connections" section of the Cincinnati Craigslist looking for personal ads that included the string "CVG." Some of the results are presented here as complements to the candid images taken on September 14, 2016 when I passed through the Cincinnati/Northern Kentucky airport.
Footnotes: All images, Fujifilm X70 with fixed Fujinon 18.5mm f/2.8 / All quotes extracted from anonymously posted personal ads filed under the "Missed Connections" section of the Cincinnati Craigslist.