The Verizon Building: Architects Kahn and Jacob
Buildings live and die:
What we say and unsay in the ashes of remorse- -The ashes appear naked within the phoenix’s rising pose: Is there something better. The idea of Pompeii: A city immersed in lava with nothing but a few colorful petals wisping in the wind. A flower naked for centuries: The stifling breath almost exhumed from near death is what remains. Nature’s history of light arises with our eyes most everyday: The history of light in nature measures equally the sky bright the sky we see that may matter.
I stood in front of an architectural idea: The Taj Mahal: It is one of many structures that history leads our eyes: I have stranded my eyes in front of possibly ten-thousand places home to architecture’s history: Just possibly I have seen more than most less than some as the saying portends. The funny part is that what I have seen matters less than how my camera’s lens and accompanying lenses see moments today and tomorrow: The architecture my eyes have seen bare witness- -witness to a marriage of histories spoken- -histories dreamed.
Architect Frank Gehry’s Spruce St in Gold
A photographer I know emphasized that the lens “knows”. The lens is not what we all know: It is a tool made: It’s codes are almost encrypted: The lenses made in mind for man: Before AI- - there was/is the imagination.
Photography’s history is certainly a known entity: The lock of his/her time is heard when the mechanical shutter collapses in speeds almost akin to skinning vegetable and fruit varietals: More than many archaeologists, paleontologist and anthropologists write about, man and mankind are too a varietal The secret marriage between math and science is a camera lens’ passionate possessive secret: It is about a beast: Imagine the heart’s eyes are what fully execute an image:
The possibilities for how we see what we think what we know is as an astrophysicist’ proclamation: The world ahead: The stars we have not yet discovered- -the stars we have not yet met: The magnification of time in dreams yet to be met are visible fractures: The time seen in our eyes, have not yet entertained the numerous calibrations yet to be introduced to the numerous equations that make up a single idea, a single print: The exposure’s light and man’s eyes have not yet met the entire known elements of science in our present.
NYU Paulson Center: Architects: Davis, Brody and Bond and Kieran Timberlake
A.I technology has not yet rubiked all life’s information into a single idea: The photography of architecture has yet to be seen in its entirety: The magnification of dreams awaits: We will capture dimensions not known in the sciences: Science fiction is waiting: Our minds eyes will be enrapt for generations. When the moment arrives the story’s dream begins.
The bend in the river, awaits. The automaton that is photography has yet to expose to everything we need to know: There are codes that are withheld in our living moments: Too often we as photographers are like squawking Myna birds: So easy to repeat history and call it a future: As every astrophysicist’s lecture would proclaim- -“the new is ahead”.
I readily confess as we must that the voice inside is the greatest visual companion: The joy of photography’s complicated process: The light of each day, the chemical imbalance of every stir of a pool of print making devices; The temperatures varying in fractions and degrees not yet encountered: The paper’s emulsions and densities and the nature of how we process the way a photograph needs to be seen? Each photograph imagine- -from the history of the very first exposed experience until this very tick of a clock should affect the nature of how we see the shades of shadows and the breath living on marble and stone in every possible facet living in the life of buildings.
Madison Belmont Building: Architects: Warren and Wetmore