27 Lightbulbs

27 Light Bulbs
May 2007

Maybe a thousand years from now, creatures from outerspace, highly evolved reptile-apes, or maybe even a robotic version of me sent back from the future to protect the past will serendipitously stumble upon 27 light bulbs suspended from trees. Maybe their prior notions of isolation will be challenged by the evidence left behind by another's presence.

Many a time my initial perceptions of an untainted, pure visual landscape have been tarnished by the long gangly fingers of man. The weatherbeaten and faded candy wrapper. The yellowed cigarette filter. The crumpled plastic bottle in which moss has made a home. A harsh reminder that my chances of finding idyllic isolation are quickly fattening.

And when they do bulldoze the trees and flatten the earth to make room for a new development or golf course, surely someone will stumble upon 27 precariously suspended light bulbs and think to themselves

what a dumbass.