Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

Traffic! Wind! Snow! Crosswalks!  Green light; Red light!  !!  "R"U"N"  !! Pedestrian escapes, barely!

It's time to seriously consider whether or not our newly created alarms, scanners, secret elevator cameras and iPhones are really ready to take on the job of comfort and protection provided by our more traditional sentries: ."Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night, nor the winds of change, nor a nation challenged, will stay us from the swift completion of our appointed rounds." {see note} Brave and Hardy Police and Fire Sentry at Park Avenue and 94th [Note] Similarly,  An inscription on the James Farley Post Office in New York City reads: Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds. [1] This phrase was a translation by Prof. George H. Palmer, Harvard University, from an ancient Greek work of Herodotus describing the Persian system of mounted postal carriers c. 500 B.C. The inscription was added to the building by William Mitchell Kendall of the architect

Peace be with people who carry the songs For those who wish only to listen. It’s a holistic view of the old or the new On this or that planar concoction. Concoction, well, oops! Perhaps the wrong word, “Connection” may better suffice. Or “Conception” now that is a fabulous word! It’s best to elide and then try to decide.... With a slice and a splice and a juxtaposition, We have a conceptoconnected transition! the MoMA, December 2012

OK. I am usually very accepting of interesting sorts of conglomerates.   I mean, if an architect wants to bend reality and create a  sort of Arabian, Vatican, Mongolian, Tee Pee-shaped Yurt-lookalike hut collection, it is really OK with me. Furthermore, If you want to put these symbolically unfortunate constructions on top of an airport for some reason, go ahead and  negotiate it with the political context of the time. If they don't lose my baggage, I will assume it is some sort of Frank Gehry Neuveaux Shape-Shifting ideation. So my question is:  Who, how, when, why --and  especially, where did they find an architect to match these glaringly haute couture-draped forms-in-search-of-a-function with that unbelievable 5 or 6 story Moscow- of-the-50s parking garage in the foreground?  The whole thing is --there must be a word.... Denver International Airport, 2013

These are the fallow days, mustard seeds in the planning stages, an applecore tossed into a fertile heap, spring sleeping underground and unaware, resolution makers vowing one more year to rearrange the miracle.

There’s a time that comes every once in a while, I know about it; I’ve seen it before, and I bet you know it as well-- that scape without a sea or a land to anchor its astral position. I heard it said the other day, that intellect and feeling live in separate domains, and yet now and then a remnant escapes from the past  to rattle today. I know a brainstorm comes now and then, but who cares, and so what? It's polite as can be, It knocks before it comes in! But an emotional scrap, now that does distract! It mews and it pants with a wish and a bounce, dribbling, careening, and trouncing right over our sane conversation! It was then that I knew how I longed for that day,  the one that I thought I had lost.. A crumpled up day tossed away in the rain, a puddle I barely remember. What happens then, when you watch the same scape  a hundred times over again, without  land or a sea or a shore that remains of our permanent link in that destiny chain. Central Park

Some things make perfect sense, especially in Crestone Colorado! Snow Resting on Pan on Fencepost in the Mornng Dark-eyed Junco sitting on Pan of Resting snow on top of Fencepost in Late Afternoon Dark-eyed Junco sitting on Pan of Resting now on top of Fencepost in Late Afternoon (photo ©LJosephCalloway@gmail.com)