Oak St. Beach - Gold Coast Chicago - Day 40

I began each row as in shadow, went into the bright sun, and concluded in shadow.  As the sun descended and the shadows shifted, the beginning and ends of my lines altered dramatically.  Some rows ended at the waters edge near the boisterous waves, others stopped mid snow-filled-beach as the long shadows of skyscrapers joined forces with each new angle.

I thought of the temporal nature of our existence, and the evaporation of evidence.

 

Am I a Borofsky mechanical man?

Heart shaped cuniforms.