A way is a portal with legs.

Entryway. Alleyway. Archway. Pathway. Doorway. Waterway. Gateway. Stairway. Subway. Highway. Street. Trail. Seam.

We like to experience a way as a means to get from place to place. Even when we sit in the cafe or on a park bench and people-watch the path in front of us is a conveyor belt. It's our servant, it provides us with entertainment. Until, that is, someone stops and looks back at us.

Then it becomes theater, a place where important things are revealed or hidden. It's no longer just a way station, a place between events, an escape from events.

In a visual representation a way is not separate from the whole scene. There is no doubt that it is not merely a transit point. Its connections to the events happening around it or on it or perhaps because of it are obvious.

We pass through a portal, past and future are suspended and then, perhaps, past is left behind (perhaps future as well!). A way has a before and after -- a past and future -- as well as a present. We are on it and we are coming from somewhere and we are going somewhere: all time is held in the photograph of a way.

Then, while we're observing the scene and being in the scene, time is splintered and we're left with presence.