You Could Be Anyone and Go Anywhere: The Beauty and Violence of Planes and Airports

This photo and all that follow are from Founders Plaza, overlooking Dallas-Ft. Worth International Airport

Near Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport there is a park called Founder’s Plaza.  From here you can watch planes take off and land, you can have a picnic, lie on the grass and stare up at the sky, or close your eyes and listen to the thunder of jet engines and feel their vibrations course through your body.  I’ve seen couples in this park, families, airport employees, aviation aficionados, and, occasionally, police officers when someone has wandered too close to the security fence that separates the park from the airport. 

Sit on a bench here in Founder’s Plaza and you will see the entire airport spread before you.  From here the immense terminals, the control towers, the fat jumbo jets, the baggage cars, the ground crews and the runways take on the appearance of a miniature lego-set.  For a moment it stikes you that a child may well have assembled the entire contraption, but then the roar of jets taking off and landing dispells any such notion.

The planes come and go with such frequency that you might expect a collision here and there, a miscommunication that might place two planes on the same runway, one landing, the other throttling toward take-off.  Yet perfect order reigns here.  The catastrophe is a predictable non-occurrence for being always averted.

The airport screams destruction.  Close your eyes and listen as the smaller planes rev up, first with a metallic whine, then a high pitched screech, until finally they explode down the runway.  Close your eyes and you might imagine that you stand at the epicenter of a dozen earthquakes cascading outward one after another, flinging the crust of the earth skyward like a bed sheet flapping on a clothes line before a storm.

The larger planes are quieter to the ear.  They rumble like distant thunder and propagate their power through the ground, so that you tremble with them and glimpse through their dissipated vibrations a knowledge of destruction collared and tamed for human purposes.

You could be a passenger on any one of those planes going anywhere in the world, bound for London, Paris, Seoul or Istanbul.  You could be any one of those tiny faces staring out the window at the flatness that surrounds DFW International Airport, at the big blue Texas sky that hangs over fields of parched grass yellowed by winter.  Maybe you see home.  Maybe you see nothing more than a random airport fit only for a layover of minutes or hours, or even a day if the weather is bad elsewhere on your route, if the pilot has taken ill, or if your plane has suffered a mechanical failure.

You could be anyone and go anywhere.  And for the duration of the journey you could be nowhere at all, suspended in the netherworld between departure and arrival where only the roar of the engines, the vibration of your tray table, and the clouds gliding by remind you that you’re in motion.

 

About atomsofthought
Photographer. Traveler. Writer. Reader.

6 Responses to You Could Be Anyone and Go Anywhere: The Beauty and Violence of Planes and Airports

  1. So many endless possibilities.

    Very nicely written.

  2. “The airport screams destruction.” How I wish you were wrong about that! 🙂

    Where did these photos come from? They are great.

    • Haha, I know what you mean. As long as it’s always averted, I can live with it 🙂 The photos are all from Dallas-Ft. Worth International Airport. I forgot to add captions.

  3. Rebekah says:

    I left out if DFW International Airport for my recent trip to NY. We were redirected in traffic, due to the epic construction on the road, and we passed Founders Plaza. I did not know what it was exactly, it being so close to the airport and me not having been out there in so long. I’ll have to make a stop there next time.

    • It’s a peaceful place, despite all of the noise from the planes landing and taking off. A friend of mine took me there about five years ago when I visited him in Dallas (I was in living in Austin at the time). I’m so glad he did! I doubt I would have stumbled across it on my own. I love planes, so it suits me perfectly 🙂

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