I have a love-hate relationship with light painting. It never goes as planned, and although my ideas are tactful, the execution is consistently inadequate. This past weekend I took to the woods to explore the role the physical process plays in art and how that affects our perception of it.
There have been two trips that have definitively revolutionized our Juniper Prairie Wilderness project. The first was when we started bringing GPS devices to the woods. The second occurred this weekend.
This past weekend I did some time traveling. Not in the science fiction sense, where someone jumps into a DeLorean or a phone booth and leaps forward and backward in a dramatic attempt to rectify some injustice committed in an alternate timeline. No, my time travel was a little more tame than that.