I took these on my way home today:
In case you get the wrong impression, I do not like snow. As a Californian, I neither understand, nor appreciate, weather. I believe snow is something you visit, not that visits you. And I will not enjoy wearing 5 layers of clothing to escort tomorrow.
But I like finding evidence of night-hopping bunnies, of dogs, of butt-sledding children. I treasure the idea that weather can hold static the impressions of our casually lead daily lives, storing them for the equally casual pleasure of strangers who pass by. Their marks in the show give me the shape of my neighborhood and the pattern of my co-residents’ days.
“When snow falls, nature listens.”–Antoinette van Kleeff