Once, a 1940 Ford Hook and Ladder Truck. 10×3″ box rail frame, 26″ pumpkin, 1000 HP Detroit Diesel, 8000 #s torque, 90 MPH top speed…. wanna have fun?
I found thie beast, these guys, in New Hampshire…. I believe White Mountains, but could have been the Green Mountains, was on both, the same day
visions as we see them, live them, relief of the mind from the daily tasks, drudges and existence
When the scenes to be observed, absorb, come from the beauty of nature, what you get…….
And the time breaks down within the crevasse of the mind
Creations, depletion, reticent subterfuge, demised
I break forth from the acumen of the myopic thought
Divide through collusion
Reactionary and sublime
Wealth of existence
Of a life worth what we savor
Tremolo….and study in my elemental being Part #7 a new sunrise
a universe of a different mind Passions in Dreams
Tremolo…..a study of my elemental being part 6
Each day, look to world, and where it has brought you to. Ageless, timeless, are not what you shall find, here…. however… the Ages and Times these windows have viewed, to then be examined from the inside out. Now, in my I attempt immortalize them, looking into, and beyond the patina of their lives.
The ins, the outs… desert, mountain, seaside, farmlands…… We live, and have lived through some tumultuous times…. and our mark, of architecture is timeless… but also… out of time.
Darkness… Not shadows… Darkness, hidden within these frames of timber, wood…. grained, engrained within the imagination……. The builder’s never knew, I’d be here, taking stock of their history.
view the heavens, see all that abounds in our world…. there is much more to digest.
And in the end….. the door awaits our presence