Places of Worship “ . . . worship all that you see and more will appear” from Peter Shaffer’s screenplay Equus I’m moved by the present; everyday beauty that oddly attracts me; the fleeting confluence of light, place and subject that must be appreciated right now; the synchronicity of elements that will disappear in seconds, minutes or hours. I cannot get enough of looking at things unexpected. It verges on torture in that I literally want to abandon every task or responsibility expected of me, and instead worship the visuals my life has provided me through happenstance or destiny. I probably shouldn’t drive. The need to wear glasses in 2002 is to date the most tragic event in my life (an irritating annoyance coming between me and my straying idolatry). Comfortably stalked by beauty, I am receptive to the constant and random stream of stimuli, experiences and circumstance that seem to question or solve just about everything. Any aesthetic epiphany I encounter is rarely intentionally sought after. Instead it lies in wait for me to arrive, become aware and stop. Pretentiously, I think my images (my optical prayers) are beyond words when it comes to complete explanation. It’s about being there completely as possible; and you’re invited (but please don’t bring your phone). I’m a flâneur, of sorts.