This morning the weather was wild and the sky so wild wet and grey I felt I was inside of a cloud, like being in a whiteout on a mountain, but not as white. I thought again about our milk experiencing from the Gathering 09.
This afternoon, I read about a book called Milk and Melancholy by Kenneth Hayes. It's not in wgtn city library but maybe I will ask them to get it. It looks at milk through the art of photography. Starting with 'Edgerton's famous photograph' which turns out to be the one of a time-stopped splash on milk looking like a little crown on a white pond.