Something as worthless as rubble slowly turns into precious metals. I wonder if the rocks would complain of their tumbling is they knew what they will become  ?

Yellow on Blue on Yellow

“Windy night over refinery in Torrance Ca”

Here is a normal phenomenon we take for granted every day.  In the quest to quantify only what we see and touch in our electronic world, we totally forget some of natures forces.  Wind is fantastically obvious in effect and force. Yet it is totally invisible of its own.

The ancient Greeks used the word “Pneuma” to describe wind, or breath as they saw it.  Pneuma in Greek also was used typically to describe the spirit or soul – breath from one from which all things started. Interesting concepts that yielded to very creative art and thought.

Sometimes they should be used, and sometimes they should be burned figuratively speaking

How amazing are the simple things…. Just a plant , but contained within its boundaries exist color compositions, action, tension in the background, and for the people involved in projects like this there is a detailed history with its own memories and emotions.

This is where they make the “stuff” Nobody knows where it goes after this. The machines decide who to take.

Loving the play with shadow and light in this staircase at a refinery in the harbor of Los Angeles.

Everything in a refinery relies upon breaking things down into more usable parts and then filtering them into containers. Are we humans not unlike containers that need to be broken , and poured out upon others oftentimes to be more usable ? No man is an island.