Airports these days are not known for their aesthetically pleasing environs or calming environments. I spent time with my Dad, who is a pilot, at the Charles M. Schulz Airport in Sonoma County which is an exception to the spartan, tile-lined, conveyer systems in most American cities. Whenever I’m there, I get to tour the premises which to me seems like I’m always breaking some vital FAA regulation but in doing so, I got to see some restored World War II aircraft and hang out with some great people who live and breath aeronautics. I would go as far as to say that they really do love the smell of jet fuel in the morning. I made this shot after a bottle of Stella Artois on an empty stomach when I noticed that I had only a few minutes left to shoot. I’m just glad that the composition ended up framed well.