Starling Dances

I never tire of this wondrous sight, the double-helix dance of the birds ...for the first time I viewed them all in a different way...their skulls and tiny fragments of internal organs...heart, lungs...teeth-beak...and fragile brain following the orchestra of flight..a musicality of harmonics 313...swooping, diving. all the -ings associated with graceful flight. These are my birds, love birds. Sheltering in the eaves of the cathedral of Graham Greene's pier, where you put a penny in the gate and swing in like the Patrick Hamilton characters of old. The pier is free and you can smoke here. No-one fears the ash to lit the amusements and burn the tack down forever. This pier has won..the Palace Pier has defeated the West Pier, has reclaimed the Chain Pier, in a morbid swallow of it's own touristic evil intention. The starlings make it their home offering redemption for Nature in Buildings.