Architecture of Cities: Mapping Beauty 7

The invented Eyries:

If I could imagine Darwinian adventures- -and Darwin’s minds’ eyes- -Then just possibly all of his discovered genetic unions across centuries would meld into what my photographs can be: I would conjure for thought- – climbing atop the highest medieval Eyrie’ home to the gigantic of anything feathered: So soft it might be wrapped around my body as well as my mind: I would muster all of what is my cognitive strength; from earth below and above I might imagine a gathering of bird’s eye views: Atop the highest elevations there are many ways to begin the flight: Hovering above capitals mingled among continents; I might discover the beauty of my reflections while my dreams are mapping known realities: Without notice nor alarm- -I might plunge into depths not seen: Once in flight with bomb bay doors slightly ajar enjoining descent and ascent: Pictured are color prismatic fragments appearing as a single frame in a winter inhale: Windsor lights toil near the trumpets of cannons of LED lights; It is never a choice: The darkness is for imaginations.The light is for the days ahead. If only I might map all of the known cities of continents and beauty before my eyes.

Flight and sound appear as shapes of things enjoined: Sounds in tow, the shadowy mists of their shapes have traveled as companionship nipping on five continents. The sizable enterprise of my captures might matter in millenniums after me:

The technology I utilize for visualization mates my mind to my heart: My eyes hear my mind, ambling secretly- -above and around city streets: It has become a decree for living- -the design of architecture and all that ensues- -are and will be my muse: My photography is seen sifting through atmospheres known and unknown: Dreams built from realities not yet seen: Then I make tomorrow another intended beauty with the hope that another sees not what I see but how…

I often feel like an artist discovering a new intention: Picasso childlike drawings delighted him to no specific end:  A black panther cub’s eyes remain closed for weeks or months: The eyeing of life following days and months of sound and scent begin to have meaning on that first day of sight: Picasso assumingely danced with glee, the cub seemingly danced with wonderment: Both worlds in language only appear titled Briefing for a Descent into Hell: Maybe I am considering Doris Lessing’s version or maybe the unknown awakening to the real world: The surprise that is ahead but not known.

If jumping from unknown heights was in my blood, maybe I might understand the artists and the feline’s first steps into unchartered territory: From the Eyries there exists a perspective not fully understood by most> It is not the plunge nor the deep dive that attracts me- -It is the revelation of a new perspective that belongs to me in the moment: There never has been a defining perspective for me nor my cameras> I certainly do not believe in the best suited or best this nor that.

An entire world awakens: The planets feathered genus are my eyes and ears in a duel: Am I flightless – – maybe: There is brilliance in the idea of flight: In my space and time there are no boundaries- – only the  perspectives on How to see.

Appropriately surreal, my life is not mine- -The entitlement belongs to my camera. The legacies’ of architecture has been living before me: Let us see… Nothing is fait accompli.