fly girl

fly girl
Originally uploaded by suttonhoo.

I've had my eye on this old aircraft hanger at Detroit International since I first passed through the Motor City. Finally pulled over this afternoon to grab a quick cameraphone shot on my way out of town.

Appears to be mostly abandoned with some minimal activity -- a lot of funky, older, rusty cars parked around in a random fashion.

Required dodging through the wide open gate in the barbed wire fence to get into the lot.

No lock, no problem, right?

Maybe not.

As I was heading back to my rental car an official looking guy in a official looking vehicle intercepted me and asked, in an official sounding voice, "Can I help you?"

"I was just shooting the letters," I said, gesturing to the sign.

"For.....?" he asked skeptically, seemingly unconvinced that this was an innocent activity.

"For me," I said, flashing him what I hope is a sweet grin and thinking "turn on the magic, girl -- this guy has a TSA badge and the power to detain." (I'm running on three and a half hours of sleep -- I'm in no mood to be detained. And I'm in no mood to give up my pics.)

"For you?" Incredulous.

"I collect letters."

"You *collect* *letters*." He leans on the language, but now he's smiling.

I nod, thinking, "magic, baby. turn. up. the volume."

We talk about this for a little while until he cracks a grin wide, wondering, I'm sure, why anyone would collect letters, and says, finally: "All right, then."

And then low and sweet, as he removes his vehicle from my path, "You have a good day."

And I walk away thinking: It's good to be a girl.

(Not too happy with this shot, though -- gonna mess with it a bit when I get home.)


Posting by cameraphone from Detroit Int'l.
Nearly home.

([update] Little levels work. Much better.)