There are times that you remember the past and miss the days gone by. There are times that throw you into the present. There are times that are full of emotion and mourning. There are times that you celebrate what the future has to hold. There are times that you cannot believe the love that surrounds you. There are times that you are thankful for the rain. There are times that you celebrate the sun.
And then there are times that you build a misting machine sculpture of salvaged and recycled materials and shoot LED lights at it that are self-sustaining droplets. And there are times that digging through a long forgotten prop storage leaves you covered in dust, older than you know.
June, was all of these times.
Dyan Burlingame 