Kelly Engineering Center at Oregon State

Is this the music of universal revolutions?
From an isolated piano, shouting defiance, someone is playing Chopin in the main hall. Her music offers contrast to the monotone machine Neers – who cluster like digits in a data set behind their glass display in computer lab 1130.
As thin rain ricochets off the concrete window support, a milk steamer screams a hot hissing reply to the rank and file waiting for their café delights of coffee, cocoa and sugar. Warm banana muffins, wrapped in clingy plastic.
Multi-faced people inhabit the furniture; fadelessly consuming everything Kelly has to offer as the sunlight moves up one side of the terrarium and down the other.
Someone was here before, and others will come after to fill the empty.
Change changes nothing but perception. It is pebbles tossed into a giant sea of cells, where the pebbles are cells, and the cells – mutable ripples in the sea.

Bombing 'Stub' Stewart State Park

I feel the impact of flying insects when my hands skim the breeze.

Shooting along downdrafts, the birds are on their way from above and will soon flap around my head.

Birds have wings, so aren't as gravity bound. I have long-boned arms with knobby elbows and leaden feet, riding a bamboo and hardwood plank on wheels aptly named Gravity Super-Gs.

As the birds bomb the bugs, snatching them from the air around my head, I bomb the curving asphalt path through the trees of Oregon's "Stub" Stewart state park. 

Swooping, drifting, and diving, we dine on winged insects like distant relatives engorging themselves at a Country Buffet. Except: no line, no waiting -- food accessible from every direction.

Only the birds enjoy and thrive on this feast, while I try to maintain balance as I spit wing, leg, and thorax from between my teeth. Grit black, tastes like upcoming yak.

It's the beauty, it's the speed. Me and the birds in our kaleidoscope of constantly changing colors, shadows, and shapes.