Met Life Tower: One Madison: Architect: Napoleon LeBrun 1909
The clocks’ vibrating gears- - A books’ final page: The sounds softly pillow-pocketed in the mind: Quietly, passages and time vanish before closed eyes: I dreamed about what, I do not know: The forever dreams continue: The visual captures navigated ahead and behind:
Moments are called- -The Hush”.
The White Spirit Bear whispered in silence: The silence is something greater than a capture: The hush returns: A revolving door aka revolving window snags a glimpse into the mind’s eye; One shutter frame depressed as might be an entire collective of a pianos’ black sharps and flats: I don’t move: Emptiness fulfills a void that is now: A hush near is heard: It might be a farewell: No moment is too important to interrupt silence: I often, knowingly say farewell to what may have been the final capture: The hush- - my last dream is realized as a fantasy- -again.
Carl Jung suggested that fantasies’ live in reality- - and realities’ lives in fantasy: We- -the White Spirit Bear- - stand in the forest together: Sounds never whispered: The natural woods all around: The entire universe speaks quietly and alone to us: Through and throughout with little inducement I stand alone: The phantasia that was an idle forest becomes my Madison Avenue: My realities focused: Streets and thorough fares are mine in frame as I again awaken to- - For today and tomorrow one more than yesterday:
Macy’s Department Store on 34th Street: Architect Robert D. Kohn and Theodore de Lemos: 1902
The “…Bear”, my mirrored materialization of me hovers: The camera marches on as part bear, part phantasm: Reality captures fantasies in my frames’: I depress the shutter release softly- -less than can be heard: The dreamscapes I imagined are funneled through my mind by a clock heard: The near distance invented: Clocks determined the history of us and navigate the future of us- - according to time:
A faraway train near was heard: A serenade of time faces across eras played: Timepiece gears nakedly vibrate to my pitter- patter footsteps trampling New York’s Broadway: Amid a torrential downpour I am accompanied by two human wildlings; Dead men sometimes breathing; Thomas de Quincey and Hunter S.Thompson meld into one; No rancor among them: Mere lively minds tagging along raveling and unraveling my brain: The clocks ticked as the streets beckoned us for more:
We three raced: The light of the night elliptically danced between the pouring raindrops in the storm- -The histories’ that are me reflected in the streets that have seen me- -:
Harry Potter Hungarian Horntail Dragon and Magical Clock: Posed on a landmarked structure built in 1862: Architect Griffith Thomas
My accompanying wildlings from another time vanished as in a “poof”: I felt a frenzy of panicking hurriedness; I grabbed inside my pocket for a watch face sans wristband: Forever on Broadway I will mourn the loss of the timepiece apparently slipped, misplaced or vanished as mementos do: Forever, somewhere on Broadway is an apt ceremonial burial plot: My heirs may mourn my misplaced timepiece: I revisit clocks as if attending my time piece’s memorial: Lost to the universe abound: still glistening for me to remember: Certain recollections become seen as one: The red to green street lights maintain a rhythm as a Ring Starr drum might: The ebb that is the moon’s is seen prescribing the flow of the planets ocean flows: The labyrinths of time ahead and behind are us gazing into our histories:
The Darwin’ Center Ammonite Clock, Greenwich Mean Time/Greenwich’ Royal Observatory’s clock, Tadao Ando’s London Atomizer- -pace my mind into a spellbinding labyrinth of days and nights: The institutions enumerate our lives in dates and times together and apart on earth: My shutter/release remains in capture mode- - to capture what is left to see- - what more is there to see: The second and minute hand hold together as lovers before a cliff deep dive: Tightly squeezed it is obvious that time is unfurling before the end is seen: Tick-Tock is exposed: We are all prisoners to the movements: The unconquerable spirit hints: No matter the time no matter the hush- - Termination on earth is always near:
I mentor my camera’s day: I share the lives of clocks: Someone else’s time will replace mine: Run, hurry,” begs my visual capture device: Time runs, the face of history vanishes: The two hands posed on all time bearing devices:
The Chambers Brothers sing, “Time has come today / Can’t put it off another day / There are things to realize (Time)”.
Architect: Tadao Ando: “ Silence” The Atomizer: Connaught Hotel: 2011