...was getting ready to take pictures of etchings when I found myself confronted with the paper cup "phones" I had stapled to my photo-taking wall and had forgotten about. As I started messing with them in order to take them down, I liked the way the cups were cascading out of their tray and decided to take a picture of that...
...But the cups were moving. Moving to the music emanating from the radio. Music that might have been Copeland's Appalachian Spring. Because when my consciousness shifted from visual to aural, which wasn't a long time, that's what was playing. And that is a long piece of music. A piece of music that I can't stand.
...If Copeland ...then Copeland in small doses... ...not so bad.
