When I fly the hills here, the rocks never cease to sing their stony stories. Maybe a geologist would benefit from scientific understanding of every nook and cranny. To me, there’s sculpture wrought by water, life and time.
1852 Tangerine Falls
Not just the rain and waterfalls, but every life form that has touched these rocks makes a mark. Sometimes I see the rocks moving in slow motion over eons to catch a play of light that simulates shapes in my imagination.
1855 Fantasy Shapes
Talking amongst themselves, they speak to me. When I walk or drive among such shapes they speak, but from the air another sort of language emerges somehow.
1857 Detail
Maybe the same details would emerge looking across a ridge or down a ravine. But maybe the combination of a fleeting whim to snap a scene combines with the ease and freedom of flight to produce what I experience as unique. I don’t recall a single snap from the ground that evokes what these views do for me.
1860 Add Air
When I add air to the rock, water, life and time, another dimension emerges. An expanded context. Somewhat like when I first met The David in Florence, Italy. I walked around the shape several times, and was startled by how much more powerful it is in three dimensions. I wanted to float around it to see every angle Michelangelo did. I wanted to add air. Is this part of the fascination I find in flight?
John & Anne Wiley 
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