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  • Standing outside Tastee Treet, 8:42 p.m., July 18, 2012, cherry sundae in hand, watching a mother and daughter get up from their table.

    A single moment. One of an infinite number after and an infinite number before.

    What is it that marks this as something more than a forgotten or unforeseen point? I have the photograph that I used to create this image, but even as I was taking it I had a sense that this was somehow significant.

    Yet it is a very ordinary moment. Perhaps I wanted to capture this ordinariness, make something of it.

    Did I pick this time purely at random or was something else at work here?

    I don't know the answer.

    Two things come to mind though.

    The first is a gramophone record. A box that I picked up in the mid-1970s of Karlheinz Stockhausen's “€Momente”€. It's the second recorded version, a multi-disk recording that I played the whole way through only once.

    The second is the final scene of Michelangelo Antonioni's “Blow-Up” where David Hemming's character runs to catch an imaginary tennis ball sent his way by a group of mimes.

    Just what I am to make of this, I may puzzle out later.

    A slightly psychedelic post for today's slightly psychedelic Cowbird.
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