Our daughter Isabel sent us a link to a video of the shadows of skateboarders. Their arms seem to grow or extrude from their chests, amoeba-style.
[In the Mission at San Juan Bautista.]
I think of a 4D version, with hyperskaters, and we sense their hypershadows as ghostly hologram-like blobs somewhat human in shape. Now now and then a sudden arm or tentacle can push out. The hypershadows are cast, not by our merely 3D Sun, but by a 4D “SUN” in hyperspace. The hypershadows aren’t exactly darkness.
[The obscure base of the waterfall at Castle Rock Park.]
Normally our space is filled with the divine light of that thing I like to call the SUN (all upper-case), and we don’t know it. The SUN shines upon us even during our night. We sense this glow not as light but as the all-is-One vibe of things, the vivacity of reality. That’s what’s fueled by the beneficent 4D rays of the SUN. The hypershadow of a hyperskater is a moving zone of desaturation and unreality. You don’t like being in a hypershadow.
[The East Side San Jose Vaqueros on a Sunday run in San Juan Bautista.]
I’m thinking about a Flatland analogy here. Kids are skating on Flatland. The Flatlanders don’t perceive the skateboard wheels, but they do notice the shadows. The skater shadows and the 3D sunlight penetrate into Flatland. The Flatlanders see these shadows not as darkness, but as a—chill. The shadows moves on and the glow returns.
My wife and I made a run down to San Juan Bautista last weekend, hadn’t been there in maybe ten years. Very peaceful out in the country small town. Checking out the mission, the historical museum, the little shops, and the Sunday bikers.
Great live blues music pumping out of Mom and Pop’s Saloon, but we hesitated to go in and mingle with the partying San Jose Top Hatters, although they did seem quite mellow, as did the Vaqueros, in a different bar down the street.
Saw a historical recreation of a saloon in the museum, though.
And some classic high-button shoes. Very goth, I’m thinking.
It’s amazing to get out in the country, maybe a 45 minute drive from home, the whole pace and vibe so sweet and calm. Beautiful view across the valley to the mountains. Why do I waste so much of my energy worrying about shit?
Clatter, click, there go those hyperskaters across the hypersurface of my space again, our world a Wild West false front, yellow-lit by the SUN.
And the eternal glow’s within us all.
July 3rd, 2012 at 7:17 pm
Beautiful shots there Rudy. I especially like the boots.
July 11th, 2012 at 4:58 pm
Have to agree with Kelly there. These are some gorgeous shots; especially the one beneath the shoes. It makes me imagine periods far back in history—puts me in mind of Hemingway, actually.
Reading your description of shadows in flatland makes me remember riding in the backseat of a car, eyes closed, and feeling the flicker of the sun between the trees, and seeing the red light that made it through my eyelids. Hot, cold, hot, cold.
The description of a 4D SUN actually makes me think a lot of Buddhism, with its one-with-everything ideology. Perhaps when we feel disconnected we’re actually standing in shadow, cut off from the SUN’s rays?