A new era...
ushered in, with him
and for me, for us, a point from which to turn

a point marks a position in space

the picnic spot... on the farm... seated above the pond...
watching the dragonflies skim the surface

a series of points forms a line

our choreographed movements morning, noon, and night
passing slowly
focused on a blur
six thirty, six fifty, seven thirty, eight twenty, eight thirty, four, four thirty, five, seven, eight thirty, ten thirty...

in typography the point is a period...
the definitive end of the line

and such it is... here... with us...
to be understood through what is to follow by its sustained oneness of tone and feeling

pristine white
like the gown only worn the one day
the first one of oneness
before one plus one equals one, before one and one made one

the shortest distance between two points is a straight line

during one’s meandering commute in the mornings and evenings
and all points in between
two and three , he and I
make due without you

...a reinvention of tradition

[HIGH DEFINITION VIDEO - 24:20]

2012