“In the time we live in, everyone has either an innate desire to travel, the need to travel, or the burden to travel. It could be that we are looking to satisfy our curiosity, learn something new, start our lives over, admire the glory of nature, or hug another human being. It could be that is part of our job.

Whatever the reason, we end up spending a great amount of time in the “in-between” places; airports, terminals, and airplanes. Massive impersonal spaces brimming with ideas and dreams.

Around us, people from every background, language, and color and a sense of equal parts romanticism and paranoia are in the air.

Flying machines that keep gathering us together from all corners of the world, offering us a different perspective.

Over time, we develop an intimate relationship with these “in-between” places; sometimes one of love, sometimes one of hate, and often one to be forgotten.

Some close their airplane blinds and pretend they’re are not thousands of meters above the ground, in the belly of a cloud. And for the next 3, 7, or 12 hours, they tell themselves that “real life” awaits on either side of this Nebula.

Some of us prefer to leave the blinds open and catch the shadow of the airplane on the ground, the shape of the clouds beside us, and the mysterious greatness all around us. There is something so humbling about it. The vast space we are used to seeing above or in front of us is now surrounding us completely.

One way or the other, we spend a good part of our lives in this fogginess; we sit and wait, we sleep, we daydream.

This photo series is an ode to the Present moment and the in-between A and B.”