The ritual thing I dont understand.
I have continued with wrapping wool around sticks as a colour summery of the month. So I have four sticks with a lot less mauve in this time, but still green with yellow creeping in as things are just starting to dry out and turn brown.
The selection and collection of sticks followed by wrapping, and the return to the woods and placement of the new sticks and photographing them feels ceremonial and ritulistic. But has no meaning as I am by my self? If I had done this with a class of children or a poetry group I could justify it. Seems unconected without social meaning as if sharing this activity would validate it?
The result will be a calender if I carry on for 12 months round to June it will be, I think its worth doing it for that.
I also found myself running around in this meadow on the fringe of the woods with my camera following a butterfly hoping it would land. You know 150 – 200 yards type of thing. I dont even know what kind of butterfly it was?
