City lights… the perfect overture to a night of sound and deep sleep?
In God, we trust! Or so we want to believe. In reality, modern civilization is imbued in paranoid distrust.
Human gestures are perfect definition of archetypes.
Aphrodite invites us to embrace, in full madness, the short-lived effervescence of sexual passion.
Thankfully, bridges, buildings and towers bring a sort of order and structure into our otherwise unpredictable lives.
Just as light gravitates towards black holes and then disappears, so is our attention obliterated by cell phones. Everyday. Everywhere.
As it happens, one balmy night in October 2018, the Dodgers reminded us -if only briefly- of Americans’ fascination for underdogs stories.
Worst course of action for our planet and our survival as a species is to keep increasing our numbers. Guess what? That’s exactly what we are doing.
Doctor Faustus, a legendary German character, sells his soul to Mephistopheles in return for worldly knowledge. It is only human to want to know, so we may sympathize with Faustus to some extent. Problems arise when there are no limits in that quest for knowledge.
Church signs as means to quickly and effectively communicate a message. Here is a Ponca City example.