@ Glass Outhouse Gallery. Cleverly placed along the ridge of a former gunsmith sight-testing bowl Trent's installation of these hundreds (?) of colored bottles are pretty in just average light - but come sunset you'll position & reposition yourself, find yourself scaling the slippery sandy walls of the pit trying to get just one more view of the sunset dazzling through these simple yet magical magnifying bottles. Addictive!
Living in a place where I get to see the sun rise and set each day – feels so incredibly right and like something that's been missing all my life only I had no idea it was missing. I find that I awaken naturally before the dawn (like between 4:30-5 - yowza!), work hard during the early hours and that my pace slows as the heat rises. Like now it's noon and I'm feeling like it's about 5pm :-/ My daily cadence has seemed to groove to the clock of the planet upon arrival and feels so right. Plus- seeing each day begin - rather than waking up to an alarm or whatever – it's such a different sense of appreciating the beginning – passing and closing of each day. I'm sure the same will come of the nights as well – the stars are redonk.
Living elsewhere – Seattle, New York City, Atlanta – even Ohio – I had real concrete sense or idea that this rhythm was missing…
What else has been missing? What is still missing?