Sunday April 16, 2023

I stood on my terrace this morning watching the fog lift beneath the Verrazano Bridge. There was something in the quite of the early morning - seemingly surreal - that made me want to take a pic. Since I had captured a UFO drone in the lightning storm a few weeks ago - I never know what might show up 'between the spaces' as our illusion in time reveals its secrets.

Back outside, I looked through the lens in the direction of the bridge and fog. As I don't know how to use the special effects on a camera, I generally just point and shoot. If I want to crop something - I do it on Photoshop later.

Camera steady. Point and shoot. Click.

Gazing down at the pic on the tiny screen I said, "Woah!" The image was not at all what I expected to see. It was surreal - and as we know there are no accidents - left me wondering what messages I was supposed to glean.

I walked back inside and downloaded it to my computer so I could see it on my 32 inch monitor.

I definitely had captured something that a friend on Facebook later said I should call a 'ripple in time'. As I have manipulated time in the past it was time to figure out the 'messages on the monitor'.

The distorted crosswalk lines speak to me of an earthquake as we will experience the destruction of Earth's tectonic plates at the end of this experience - or this loop in time - as all Fades to Black.

Next I connected with M.C.Escher's works featuring mathematical objects and operations including impossible objects. Some say he was about sacred geometry which takes us to Creation.

Reality is an algorithm created in physical time by physics and math. In our timeline it is defined as Simulation Theory. To the indigenous people physical reality is an illusion or dream.

Dreams reminded me of this scene from the film Inception - reality as a dream or illusion. Leonardo DiCaprio and Ellen Page use their minds to create dream realities in Inception

The morning fog never lifted. It seemed to be waiting as I stood under the bridge. Eerie feeling. My friend Karen commented that the word "Gift" is painted on the seawall next to me. I never noticed it because I was facing away. All of today felt like a gift.

Watching the fog from the promenade in the afternoon