Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Aside from the aesthetics, there has to be something useful here, some story embedded in the layers of snow and dirt, some story about the winter of 2011-2012. Like the story embedded in the rings of trees and, perhaps more obviously, the layers of a glacier. This is the exposed face of the pile of (plowed from the road, I assume) snow left exposed after the sidewalk was cleared.
Here you can see the path I walked, protected from cars by this wall of snow and grit.
On the other side, it was almost as though the snow were trying to escape from its cage. Some amorphous creature oozing through the bars.
Some new words I learned for this post: