First Presbyterian Church: New York City
The vicinity of antiquity: My camera has captured centuries seen: A world of architecture before we knew where antiquity became: I have been to where history has assumed its place in our present: I lingered just near Dante’s Inferno: I stood in front of Rodin’s “Hell’s Gate”: The ubiquitous moderne contemporary is always near: The vicinity of architectural antiquity is too near: My camera need not return to where the Pyramids lie: My camera was there too: My camera merely needs some place older than now. The camera merely captures a world that is true and mysterious; factual and fictional. We peek upon something that sings antiquity is always present: In transition: Bill Evans plays the B Minor Waltz: Ebony atop, alongside ivory may be heard: A history of pitter patter plays near: The near is now to the then. Am I in the vicinity of antiquity or something more.
Imaging antiquities is akin to a conversation with the known gods: Mankind’s voices follow: The fabric of past millenniums reveal overlapping architectural narratives: Evolution may be realized/witnessed: Few realize: From Egyptian Pharaohs and pyramids to A.I. The play of captures reveal centuries across our planet: They are almost always near to my eyes mind:
The Amber Fort: Jaipur India
Animal kingdoms championed by kings show their true colors: Hiding in the bush among whispering grasses and more: The wind awakens scents: The camera pauses for a pose: A cluster of the known and unknown illicit secrets the lens espies: I am one foot in antiquity: One foot in the futures’ near: I want the story to be what my moment and decades have seen and not seen: It can be like coming home from battle: Exhausted by my own scrambling feet: I see the past and the future just under.
Familiar voice’s gather: Friends roam near my arms and eyes: Rustichello da Pisa and Italo Calvino share private Kublai Khan remembrances: The cities and histories of then seem so present: The mind clings to the vicinity of antiquity:
The sounds of Duke Ellington and Johnny Hodges Haupe plays in the wind as Charlie Chaplins’ projected grace dances on old New York SoHo’s past: Geniuses Duke and Chaplin for a mere few minutes levitate my camera to new heights: I stand, pause, pose and listen to my very own snippety-snap-snap: The pitter-patter of millions and millenniums continue to pass above and under my history: The kingdom of the jungle kings can be heard across continents: My camera captures:
Jaipur, India
I stand somewhere in Ethiopia, Egypt or China: I feel like a war torn tusked Mammoth: I want to sing the epic poem of the Faerie Queene: A convergence of past and present are my navigators to not a mere capture but a captivating experience.
The cities are in every ten-thousand frames and more: I can feel the fatigue: I can rumba with all of my histories: I pause: My curiosity is on a constant steroidal fix: Centuries reign in my dreams: Thoughts race: A rear wing arches high atop the Carrera Porsche: The elegant tour de force-the famed Mulsanne Corner at Le Mans(the 24 Hours of Le Mans) evokes fervent pauses of awe to the spectators: For the utmost passionate, the world slows: A lasting glimpse of the romantic real: A bare trace of a red brake light streaks past near descension: The sleek slick wet surface swims under the the favored engineered divine: Before it vanishes like an apparition down the connecting straightaway-All that is left is the sound once seen: I begin again.
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