View from the window
Four to six more inches Sunday night. Started mid-afternoon, this time, when we were out for some writer’s festival events in town. This time without the ice, though, so the power stayed on and the roads stayed clear. Most of the weak trees and branches weeded out last time, I suppose. Just pretty.
It snowed and snowed and snowed.
Charlottesville is buzzing with book festival folks. Story telling at the gallery on Thursday, a pretty hoppin party there last night, literary types walking the streets.
It started again around midnight, everything covered within the hour.
This morning, fog.
Walk around the lake
The snow is all gone. A few patches hide in the hollows behind trees, and on the north side of hills. Surprising when you do find it, like stumbling on a small furtive animal.
The day after the day after is sunny and clear. Mountains reveal their contours in the snow. Bare trees bristle on the hillsides, stubble on a dead man’s chin.
With power returned, proper attention can be paid to the material. Here are re-do’s of photos, and snips from those days with nothing to do but look and listen.
“Whenever any Wyoming public library visitor anywhere in the state performs a search of the library catalog from a computer, Filament Mind illuminates that search in a flash of color and light through glowing bundles of fiber optic cables. Each of the 1000 fiber optic cables hanging above (totaling over 5 miles of cable) corresponds to a call number in the Dewey Decimal System, which organizes the library’s collection into approximately 1000 categories of knowledge.”