Yesterday I was looking at a photograph that made me wonder how that person felt at that moment. Often I wonder what impressions are made while experiencing art, or even while making art, because when I write or paint there are so many influences to draw from so I'm sure each impression is unique to the individual. I see tiny bird prints in cement permanently embedded in the sidewalk and smile inside because we're all leaving a little mark here on Earth, aren't we? I'm grateful for Incubus for making their impression on me - thankful for all music actually! What would we be without it? Unimaginable. Someone mentioned years ago coming back from a concert that paintings are almost eternal and don't really depreciate, unlike other forms of art, however I think ideas may last a little longer. Maybe 'concepts' would be a better word. Hopefully the good ones last longest. Anyway, this photograph made an impression on me so I will try to do it justice and write a poem about it.