Saturday, February 9, 2013
This is Not to Say My Snow is Bigger Than Your Snow...
I know it isn't, especially if you live in East Setauket, Long Island; or Storrs, Connecticut; or Worcester, Massachusetts right now. But I wanted to show you Asbury Park last night, around midnight. I went for a walk. Not another creature out on the streets, only the occasional car crept past, in that inexplicable snow-quiet (tires on cream cheese). I walked to the boardwalk, turned, then the winds picked up. I was walking against a force that wasn't the more benign force I'd walked against just five minutes before, but something else. It snow-blasted my peacoat, my cap, the skin just beneath the eyes, and I leapt up the front steps, panting, dessicated: abominable me.
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9 comments:
love the second to last one.
Thanks! That is the old Howard Johnsons, now McLoone's, looking pretty Jetsony.
There is something magical about a walk in the snow with nobody else out. Thanks for sharing.
Where did all the lights in the photos come from though?
Thanks, Caroline. The lights are the trajectories of the snowflakes as captured by the flash. So you're seeing representations of time, created by wind, light, matter.
I agree with Caroline--it's a wonderful feeling to walk out into a snowy night, still or not, and be the only person out and about in the strange and altered world. Thanks for the post!
Thanks, Robert! Hope you get one of those nights soon.
This is blog post as true art--your stunning text and painterly radical photos. I've been touring your entire site and love it all, especially your reading at Cornell and your book trailer. And the praise for your books--wow!
Hi, Gail. This makes my night, which is no small thing this evening. Thanks for spending time with the work.
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