|Portable Altar, Cluny Museum, Paris|
|Student photo of Pointe du Raz|
|new Facebook cover image|
|That portable altar again|
I treasure ephemeral authenticity. I don't know if that makes me particularly American, or modern, or any other definitions. But I treasure its possibility, I wonder about its traditions (the portable altar), I like to think upon the time of authenticity, and I love the thrill of it. Because it's the ephemeral authenticity that creates the fluid community - in forests, in Chicago, by the sea, in the virtual world.