They are down the road, inside forsaken areas, by way of happenstance, in communities, through looking glasses and beside untucked woods. They enter our sight lines and just as quickly leave out to envelop another. Shadows, color, lines silhouetted.
Holy places. They reference the truth that heaven dropped from the sky and told of a kingdom here and now. They remember the time when spirits hovered over its deep parts and surrendered to the petaled jumps of divinity.
Over the next months, using the eyes of Bryce Alan Flurie, we hope to find holy places. If you want to offer up images of holy places - holy moments, please send these to zkincaid@mac.com. We will look to post these as well.
8 2008
