A Little Photo Book, I have so many. I'm thinking about photo movies again. And playing with the piano, making sounds, maybe in C.

C. Collecting. Composting. Collaging. Composing. Composure. Contemplating. Circular.

More like a loop than a circle. A sense of phasing, slipping out of time, these embodied harmonies, in and out of sync, resonating.

We hum, sing, dance, walk, write, wander, wonder, for no reason, except to imperceptibly find harmonies, harmonies felt, an embodied knowing, a practise of moving ourselves in whatever ways we can, each day, knowingly.

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