Miniature meditations on the imagery I notice as my life moves me around my country and the world.
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Atlanta airport endless underground
While there are little subway cars that can get you from terminal to terminal quickly in Atlanta, I prefer to walk along the endless-feeling tunnels underground instead. If you walk the full length from Security to the farthest terminal here, it's around a mile in a pure straight line (great for getting some exercise in transit), interrupted occasionally by sadly hidden art exhibits, far cooler in what they deserve than the exposure that they are given by the relatively few travelers who take this slow route through the tunnels.