Monday, February 8, 2016

Sculptural Snow

A walk over the weekend took me past snow piled in fantastical shapes. Snow like the wind-scoured face of an ancient mountain. Snow like an architecturally inspried installation of an avant garde exhibition.

What snow we have left has blackened caps and sides. It has hardened into peaks and valleys. It is nothing like what fell here 17 days ago.

What's left now are the remnants of plowed mountains, covered with exhaust and road soot. It's snow as refuse, snow as sculpture.


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