This: My 2004 photograph of now ex-wife, Oksana Katsuro-Hopkins, with purse. We at happy being, pausing in the octagonally centered courtyard space of our dear host's royal sanctum. This richly ancient treasure is the oldest, most well-preserved castle in Europe. Note iconography of doorway lintel cross and prayer, in ambient flow circa one thousand years.
That: A conscious snapshot. Trace the image's edge detail in real time composite. Who and what is in, and out. Tangible sense of temporal flow embues the palette of sliced stone and wood, the flowers leaping, bursting out in scale.
Here is a snap, a container of vibrating presence, of tangible time's passage. The walls glow from 365,000 days of life and life past, each defined by passage by, thresholds herding footsteps in and out. Here was the day our child is zygot unknown, then was the day 800 years heretofore, Swedes of horned spiked helmets rampaging slaughter, burning all royal belongings in hereto court. We see all in this framed corner monument, a sandstone canyon landscape.
Here is a snap, a container of vibrating presence, of tangible time's passage. The walls glow from 365,000 days of life and life past, each defined by passage by, thresholds herding footsteps in and out. Here was the day our child is zygot unknown, then was the day 800 years heretofore, Swedes of horned spiked helmets rampaging slaughter, burning all royal belongings in hereto court. We see all in this framed corner monument, a sandstone canyon landscape.
