2010
07.21

48 Hours ago…

Mountains rose above the city skyline. The stars reflection draped across the mountains like a blanket of christmas. Pale colored monuments stood tall to reach the sky, and the people were happy.

Nearby a garden grows and the work of 6 weeks, bears its fruit. Those eyes told me a story, a request. I think the answer will come in the morning…

Those eyes…

Sunrise.

The best time is when the roads are empty,

nocars

because these roads are more concerned with the task of fast transport.
Human locomotion need not apply.

streets
Let us play in traffic.
As above, so below.
asabovesobelow

Time to get off of 2 and into 4. I must follow the path less traveled.

offthebeatenpath

Will it open?

willitopen

Success…

insidecar

the sun is falling again, back to the streets.

sunfalling

Run from the fires,

runfromfire

race onto the Island. We catch the light show.

watching

So many rules, So little time…

rules

This fountain is very different in this light.

fountainlights

Drink up the last bit of light

reflection

as we make our escape.

escape

The night begins.
Back in ’72

backin72
A simple man played me a tune on the radio.

I have not found a night yet worth sleeping through… Where is this going now?

To the roof, as the cars roll by,

carsrollby
we wait for the sun again. It’s spark on the horizon grants new life. Breathe in the heat and make real these electron dreams.
There is a dreamer in the sky…
dreamer