Day two: On my morning walk the early light through the dewy trees creates a rhythm that enamors me. I've been studying rhythms of the thrush nightingale in my research. I record a video on my walk. I run my hand through the light patterns, creating a one dimensional slice of luminosity through the complex patterns. It evokes sonic rhythms in my mind. This is some of my art for the day: light rhythms.

About the bars of light across the trees About the shadows blocking each trunk into a geometric stage for more shadow play About the depth the eye perceives through the limbs when my shadow touched itself

torched it

where was your shadow?

—from "Shadow Zoo," The Loving Detail of the Living & the Dead, Eleni Sikelianos