Rural Skyline #2 | Govan, WA | 2018
I stood leaning on the car in a gravel pullout to watch clouds stream behind “downtown” Govan. Probably not more than 10 people live there, but on this particular afternoon at least one of them was listening to classical music. The recorded piece, rising and falling on the breeze, seemed to come from an old garage where the hammering of metal rang out. As so happens in life, the fabric of the world — movements, sounds and play of light — began to mesh with the music. Clouds flowed in harmony. Shadows danced in rhythm. The hammer’s clank picked up the tempo. To call it reality’s soundtrack is to belittle the spectacle. It’s more of a visual and aural symphony — a cosmic performance — magically unfolding in the middle of nowhere.