leaf light shadow (after alan licht). we went to a little gothic chapel and listened to alan licht play guitar. i was bone and skin tired but the music revived me. r. said she can imagine the three of us being friends, if he lived here. i was thinking while watching him play with his eyes closed, can you imagine this man hugging a tree, and taking his own picture? no, i can't, or i can, but only in my mind, and it makes me laugh, while he's driving his guitar down a lonesome highway in an untitled road movie he's carrying us on, with great skill, lovingly. that's the same feeling as hugging a tree for me.