As a kid, I enjoyed pretending I was flying on my bike. The weeds in a vacant lot were trees, and I’d “land” in a clearing to explore a world where ants are the size of dachshunds. Sometimes lying in bed staring at the ceiling, by restricting my view I could make it infinitely far away and then right in front of my nose. Could this be part of why I enjoy flying?
0472 Miniature Diorama
Is this a finely detailed miniature, or the end of Lake Cachuma where the river spills in? I see the big picture, and enjoy the abundant panoramic vistas of Santa Barbara County. At the same time, I notice little details like this thick wavy green “fur” at the feet of shadow-etched branches of oaks.
0476 Green Fur
A lone fallen tree on an overgrown hillside jumps out at me with one story after another on how it fell, and the spiraling impression of the clearing it has magically created.
0478 Spiral Bones
As I once found cartoon characters in that childhood textured ceiling, I watch the whimsical fleeting shapes of clouds.
0481 Bushy Cloud Brows
Moments later I see a leaping pod of cloud dolphins cavorting in the sky.
0483 Dolphin Cloud Trick
On a ridge, the mysterious symbol created by a split road engages the creative and explanatory sides of my brain to whimsically play.
0485 Split Infinitive
I love being on the ground, and engaging deeply in relationships. Yet many of my fav pix are of aerial perspectives. Maybe because compared with the relatively brief blissful moments of flying, friends and family (and often strangers) are much more fascinating, valuable, and transformative. So the aerial is more different and unusual, and provides a change of pace.
John & Anne Wiley 
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