I've been wafting the atmosphere for 25 plus years now. Winging my way around in aircraft sporting no engines made of tubes and cloth to large two engine utility haulers through many parts of this earth. I have been blessed, awed and inspired with a perception of the world on a wing.

Recently, I've been finding myself wingzingsinging about , looking into the intent of infinity (or is it the infinity of intent). My hand, waving a little digital black box with technically and carefully machined coke bottle butts on the front opening of it, tapping a silver button and searching for the meaning of meaning (or is it the meaning of meaning). This is where the camera and I peered into the spinning phosphorescent wheel of time and captured some wyked representational airsurfed abstract cosmic rifts glowing in the intent of awareness.

   There is something out there and in there. It motivates the mystery - searching, sharing these essences of intent and learning the evolving rates of perception.

                                              Enjoy-it's later than you think!   Oblivion Mach Daddy - zero chief