The world is a mask that hides the real world.
Thatâs what everybody suspects, though the world we see wonât let us dwell on it long.
The world has ways - more masks - of getting our attention.
The suspicion sneaks in now and again, between the cracks of everyday existenceâ¦the bird song dips, rises, dips, trails off into blue sky silence before the note that would reveal the shape of a melody that, somehow, would tie everything together, on the verge of unmasking the hidden armature that frames this sky, this tree, this bird, this quivering green leaf, jewels in a crown.â¦
As the song dies, the secret withdraws.
The tree is a mask.
The sky is a mask.
The quivering green leaf is a mask.
The song is a mask.
The singing bird is a mask.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
falconcam
Finding this in my Server Farm assignment today - while cataloging some previously unarchived turn-of-the-century volumes - I remembered they used to have a FalconCam on a nest in St. Hubert when I was a kid, it was a big deal, stories in the news, on TV. Up at the sacred nesting site on top of Cathedral Tower.... They don't do that any more. An annual "rite of spring" has just dropped out of the mediasphere....
From the Indianapolis Star [5]:
From the Indianapolis Star [5]:
A winged drama is unfolding 31 stories above the sidewalk, and everyone is invited to peek in from time to time.
A pair of peregrine falcons are watching over three to four eggs in a nest on Market Tower Building at Market and Illinois streets, and the progress of this high-flying family can be monitored by Falcon Cam and a Web log that are providing periodic updates.
photo: Indianapolis Star
