Looking up at tall buildings can be a hypnotic and strange experience. They look impossibly tall when one is walking in the street, so full of power and importance yet distant and strange. They can seem to bend this way and that and lean at angles. In New York City where the buildings are so close together the lens of this experience seems to shrink the observer and enlarge the sky. The towers may be made of stone, glass and steel but in the mind’s own distortion field, they move and bend like waving blades of grass. What appears transcendent can be as transitory as clouds floating and shifting with the wind.