ephemera-l-ity

Cloudless moonlit nights give way to cold clear crisp mornings. Frost crayoned onto pavements and the grass, fences, washing lines and roof tops. As the sun rounds the houses the frost gently fades except in the places shaded by trees or houses. It makes me think of those frost works by Andy Goldsworthy – momentary works, existing in that space for just a short while. Documenting it whilst you can.

I like it when music is like this too. That it can only exist for that moments time. That if it happens elsewhere it will be different, only the process or the materials will be the same. That the enviroment will make it something else, will guide it somewhere new. With digital technologies doing this and documenting it is easier than ever. I wonder why we don’t do it more.