November 18 2005

Text By Greg Fallis

There is a distinctly dizzy-making delight that comes from looking down from a great height. Part of it is the god-like detachment that comes from distance. People cease to be individuals; they become part of a collective pattern. They drift and gather, separate and reunite, organize and reorganize, guided by some innate and unconscious herd instinct.

From a great height we can observe and study the ever-shifting kaleidoscope of human behavior and discover a sort of organic art. People move fluidly, shifting themselves to create strangely-shaped formations, all without direction, all without intent. Yet, looking at the people standing so far below, one almost feels they've arranged themselves just for the pleasure of the photographer.