Even the average becomes a canvas.

Truthful Fiction

The Way We Live Now: Anthony Trollope

I imagined an urban wilderness of millions- -alone. A Salvador Dali like commune of dancing eyes appeared on the universes’ stage: I felt a joyful neurosis: I saw a stratosphere of kaleidoscopic layered colors splayed in VistaVision: Widescreen visual images like a memoir of pointedly broken down framed 35-mm celluloid fragments: Unimaginable passions sit and await before the camera everyday: There in an organic clarity with a hint of the “I”:

John Ford’s The Searchers rewinds- -fast forwards and repeats. Monument Valley remains my North Star: If it was not for the movie I might never have known about the photographer Edward S. Curtis: My passions for the framed picture, the frozen Ford moment in VistaVision, “I” revisit in every second of my days with all of the years behind and ahead: I step inside and listen to the apparent quietude: The high amplitude seen in the voluminous desert sounds that will one day no longer remain:

Color is everything in my cities.

The rare, the poised pose: The interlocking I and eye encounter: The eyes........

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