I've sought out the work of James Turrell ever since catching his retrospective in LA a couple of years ago. His Roden Crater project, if it ever becomes open to the public, is on my bucket list. Today I went with a friend to his site specific installation at the de Young Museum. We craned our necks for a couple of hours as the day turned to night. Two young men chanted and sang. A family came in and each of beat a rhythm using different parts of their bodies, to take advantage of the amazing acoustic properties inside the dome of the skyspace. Kids played tag both inside and outside of the dome, shrieking with excitement. One young man, like my friend and I, sat quietly in a state of joyous contemplation. My breath caught each time birds flew over the circle of sky. One gull caught the fiery white light of the golden hour. Then as it got dark, James Turrell changed the color of the sky from blue to white to green to black and back again.