Philip Johnson’s Glass House.

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, “Our House”

“Our house is a very, very, very fine house.”

Every lens needs an imperative: My eyes follow: My heart espies a capture: I need a mere ear to hear how I breathe: It is there: Dreams never known become alive as fiction becomes a dream come true: Curiosities are unleashed my camera is unchained: Practical sensibilities are tossed into the wind: My heart races:

Beyond a mere design there lives a home: Beyond there is a story: Exuberance from memories surface: The ghosts walk about: Sometimes they are real: Sometimes I merely arch my ear to listen: I realize there is light: I follow: Possibly the future points towards possibilities: Dreamscapes seem to advance:

The heart of the matter is at hand: Some houses have faces: Some become an excavator’s dream goal: To see more and beyond:

Acquainted I became with the ocean: My eyes follow the sight line: Frank Lloyd Wright captured my imagination: The Carmel by the Sea house posed: Aspen trees enveloped the mountainside before I saw: The Charles Deaton’ “Sculptured House” as seen in Woody Allen’s “Sleeper.” Eyeing me as I drove by: Aliens in the mist: The house bore a whole in me: Majesty in a futuristic way: Beautiful to dream about: Houses of our imaginations appear in many forms: The stories that accompany anything built is what........

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