Chair in Snow | East Wenatchee, WA | 2018
The world is full of static. Clarity suffers amid vice and distraction — too much ego, coffee, traffic, phone use, Trump news, ad blitzes. Me, you reaching for attainment, gratification, satisfaction. Earlier this month I watched snow fall on a plastic lawn chair. Slow motion buildup, one flake at a time, settling softly, no rush, just hush. A 10-minute tuning that cleared the static temporarily and boosted reception of the here, the now.