This year, with the help of a midnight shot of brandy and a warm up in a bar mid way, we managed to stay out and explore longer.
The man in the photo bellow was the most interesting thing we saw - he was not on the program, a partizan musician playing ethereal sounds on a self made instrument: hollow piece of wood attached to an amplifier, with an assortment of attachments that made the music simply hypnotic. He did not have a name tag, I don't know who he was, which is a shame.
Trisha Brown Dance company preformed this continuous climb, a re-anactment of an old show from the 60's. It felt completely contemporary.
This last of the Morning Glories was a fine one:
And the last incarnation of the new year flowers, they lasted nice and long:
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