Situated singularly on a cold concrete floor, a seat is salvation for toes and more, it’s occupants observing, in a pivoting way, an indoor installation on a quiet winter day

 The tempest is past, silhouetted towers remain - sandwiched between sunset and residuals of rain

Mankind and nature dancing a tango of two, footprints soar stirringly in a surrealistic stew

Brazenly branded on their cellulose skins, tatted trees broadcast many amorous sins - such as AJ loves Lucy, or maybe MJ loves Jim - liaisons announced back when she was wanting of him

And what of each climber and his feelings today? Sans a sharp edge does he have much to say?

Embracing existence, above and below - Twisting and turning, on a roll - Holding tightly, then letting go - Grasping newly, now in the know - Connecting consciously, not for show - Bringing empathy, a salve for woe - Lending a hand, feeling aglow

Riding the Earth through space and sky while hauling west on I95 under a crescent Moon a quarter alive

Traffic is light with the horizon ablaze, a frequent event that will surely amaze as travelers bridge to night from day

Solid yellow and a dotted white, painted pavement glows fairly bright, giving guidance to get home all right

With the river reflecting a chromatic sky, bridges bisect a river plied as workers wend their way back home in trains or cars beneath a darkening dome

Kempt kiosks beckon with light as commerce continues (left and right) with silhouetted shoppers sans crowds to fight below undulating arches (magnificent and bright) 

Tarnished timber on a shore, resting briefly then moving more ==> Taken by tide, origin unknown - floating freely, not nailed or owned ==> Knowing mostly sea or sand; no longer tethered to the land

Mortar mixtures blend with time to form collages of cement with lime ... and other ingredients such as shale and sand, or slate and clay from the land

Tomatoes tranched in ascending rows with reddened skin (reflectivity aglow) await their fate in a culinary role - be it sliced or diced or just eaten whole

Cracks create a chance for light to forge its way as rays that invite or inspire a dream of a greater good that’s simply waiting to be seen and understood

Reverberations from the street distort reflections (partially complete) by throwing ripples across a scene full of black and white and a bluish sheen

Dots arranged in an array of lines, horizontal and vertical and diagonally aligned, cause a perforated portrayal of an outdoor scene - causing mystery about what’s beyond the screen

From pools of snow grow trees of light which are colorfully contrasted by black and white and architecturally arranged in a diagonal row across stone aflush with an enveloping glow

Walls abound around the town in a concentration that’s quite renowned and marked by a variety made profound when enhanced in a city serenely snowbound

Open panes provide a guise to view the installation as a succession of plies

Peeling paint poignantly lends a palpable patina on panels with bends

Churning chairs form a chaotic mix of fabricated steel and flattened sticks

Assistance awaits via a variety of aids; from railings to intercoms to bucket brigades

The end of the beginning or the beginning of the end?
A line of clouds does not portend
For the the storm is passed; fair weather’s soon here
The sky beams blue and the air's crisply clear
Rejoicing in what's coming, it's now safe to be outside
And soak up some sun on the next leg of the ride

Is a mysterious manifestation in my mind simply a surrealistic synopsis of a creation in kind?

An umbrella lies utterly undone, violently victimized once the maelstrom had begun

Tracks traverse in a quilted show as they segment a street softly layered with snow

Sweet summer dreams will become real in good time,  but with winter’s grasp unyielding I'll settle for springtime

Cylindrical steel in an archival display bouncing beams of light in a warping way

With the sun having set and the day long done, the ceremony concluded and the reception’s course run, many a bus is boarded for a talkative trip back to town, leaving the vintage and the vineyard for sweet slumber without sound. 

Removably maintained behind lock and key, wonder awaits one’s embrace of mystery

Etching a sketch in a flight across the sky, contrails scratch cirrus clouds in a fantasy for the eye