Patriotism, when it wants to make itself felt in the domain of learning, is a dirty fellow who should be thrown out of doors.

It's a waiting game: Jen and Henry, Tullamarine Airport, Melbourne. April 2011.

There really is a limited amount of opportunities to take photographs in an airport, especially when you are on toddler-guarding duties. Henry can be entrusted with the trusty Sony PSP (and cross your fingers that the battery holds out), but Ez is like that 1980s pop combo Wa Wa Nee; he needs stimulation.

It's a waiting game: pilot fiddling, Tullamarine Airport, Melbourne. April 2011.

We tried to arrange for a little jaunt up in a 737, but there were just too many forms to fill out (and people to bribe), so we stuck to a knock off Dorcas the Explorer [no relation] merry go round instead.

It's a waiting game: planes await, Tullamarine Airport, Melbourne. April 2011.

Oh we can laugh about it now, but at the time it was terrible...

Comments

Roddy said…

The fun part of being alone at the airport is that you only have yourself to entertain you. There is only so much coffee you can drink, and I don't drink alcohol. I also don't take pictures of planes.

9 June 2011 at 20:38

Thomas Hammerlund said…

I like the silhouette.

9 June 2011 at 20:52

ratatouille's archives said…

Hi! Kris...
I agree looking-back at some incident[s] always are funnier than when the incident[s] were occurring.
Thanks, for sharing the photographs and quote too!
deedee ;-D

10 June 2011 at 08:11

Kris McCracken said…

Roddy, it's boring.

Sixmats, they came up well.

DeeDee, it was horrible.

10 June 2011 at 16:58

Roddy said…

Yeah, tell me about it.

10 June 2011 at 20:10

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This will hurt me...

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