Nov 10
The Extinct Airborne Diplodocus
I watched The Airships few days ago, an ABC documentary about the history of one of the most amusing flying machines. In a time when air planes weren’t as reliable as they are today, especially for civil flights, these monsters reigned the sky without competition. They were a rare sight, extremely expensive to produce, slow moving, kinda risky, and enchantingly surreal. I don’t know why but I always associated them with fairy tales. I have been fascinated with air planes as a child but it was more about technology rather than adventures. Something like the Mac/PC dilemma - you have a practical device vs an aesthetic one. Air planes won the battle of course, nothing can stand in the way of reason for a long time. There were other factors as well but the most important one was the huge price needed for building and maintaining these ships.
A reminder of the great Art Deco age, today they are used only for scientific needs or as advertisement platforms (what a joke!). But they still posses that magic for me, perfectly illustrating the dream of flying not as a speed race but as an endeavour of the mind. And the heart. As one person describes it in the documentary series:
…you just lean on the edge and it all unfolds in front of you. You can smell the air, you can feel the air, and you get a view of the countryside which is supreme.
Now how can I get on one of those things? Or should I just keep it as a dream. Dreams are always larger than life, aren’t they?













