The light...

The above is the light from exactly a year ago today...influenced by Ralph Waldo Emerson as well as The Hudson River School I have been faithfully recording the light as it passes through the seasons..I have done this for no pay accept that I am driven to it by my muse..I admit it borders on craziness but it's fascinating to keep such a chronicle...it's like Proust's Things of Remembrance Past which was such a big influence on kerouac...consciousness is such a nimble thing....sometimes it changes violently but more often than not the changes subltly creep up unnoticed until they are suddenly upon you..I mean not to make any sweeping statements accept talk about how I am affected and the influences upon my aesthetic judgements...I'm all for watching football and keeping up with the latest stats but I feel there's got to be more than just that...watching what goes in my backyard is one way for me to keep abreast of such changes and doesn't cost anything, a perfect solution for a scum sucking poet...here are the pictures from today...