Bits & Pieces Twelve



This particular promenade begins in exactly the manner displayed at many of our greatest exhibitions.  One is not certain of the original choreographer, or the date of first performance, but the maneuver has become worldwide in its presentation.  The cast of characters is adroitly small, although quite sufficient to bring a complete interpretation to the work.  In this case, the stage is a well-known venue of such activity and while I've endeavored to keep it simple, if you need help with the technical descriptions, visit:

Even during these early moments, the seasoned aficionado can easily detect the perfect execution of a "Pas de Deux".  Once initiated, few artisans have the dexterity to successfully sustain long-lasting balance. Evidence of futility is clearly captured in this series of frightening tableaus.  Let them serve as testament to the folly of youthful exuberance.  In the words of the ingenue from this demonstration, "Don't try this at home folks... it's heartbreaking!".

Pas de Bourree

Tour Jete

The dizzying contrivance happens in a cadence of impossibility and can only be truly appreciated when diagramed in gradual steps as depicted here.  At this juncture, a right-to-left transposition is just shy of 50% rotation.  Comments concerning form range from "absolutely astonishing" to "who is that tosser?" - (Sorry I don't have an exact translation for the word "tosser").

Grace (at this point) appears temporarily suspended except for a tantalizing salute to an awestruck grandstander.  An examination of the superstructure required to compete at this level, reveals the predictable, as well as a few things unorthodox.  There are, of course, less stressful exercises recommend for this type of evaluation, but will they allow the same degree of visibility?



Shifting toward a closing position, our thespian takes on the illusion of untenanted cosmos.  As if emerging from a mist of stardust, the brilliant comet seems to leap for its place in the universe.  With the curtain poised to drop, the footlights start a slow-motion dim on this supernatural jig.

At last an end to perpetual transit. Before departing the amphitheater I must acknowledge the rootstock of this little twirl.  These eerie but dazzling "glossies" have been borrowed from the latest issue of STOC's "Cats Whiskers" - #55.  They were taken (by best guess) at the reasonably famous Silverstone circuit, by an unidentified eagle eye, at the proper place and time.  The hapless, but otherwise unmolested pilot, Keith Hampson, is known to be keeper of far too many Tiger toys, including this now, slightly reshaped B9473012.



Happy Tigering


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