Every morning for the last month, I’ve woken to enormous gratitude for Global Warming, since I simply can’t imagine what life would be like without it right now. This morning 40-60 mph winds, a foot of snow, all on top of the nearly 30 inches we had earlier in the week. To celebrate today’s little bit of joy, I present a poorly-edited short highlighting the ‘best of’ this morning’s jaunt.
Running in the Snowy Bosom of the Free World, or a Running Fun Snowy Short from Peter Shoemaker on Vimeo.
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s I do many mornings on the way to work, I stopped and ran. This morning, in another excellently clear demonstration of how I’m not quite right, I took advantage of the five or so inches of fresh snow to do a little trail boogying. That’s the proof of stupid. This picture is proof of beauty.
What a fantastic day to run: virgin snow (except for deer, fox, and a few bunny hops), muted crunchy footfalls, not another single living bipedal soul anywhere to be seen. Almost makes up for the fact that my 8-hour run this weekend has been postponed.
Almost.
For many years now I've left a trail of flecks across the Internet. Just begun novels; explorations of culture, music, writing, food, the future, mountains, long distances, shallow oceans, deep canyons, oddly-composed music, even more oddly-constructed poetry, impassioned editorials, strident analysis, and a slew of images, sounds, and scribbles. Most of this has passed into the aether, waiting only for some semi-sentient algorithm to pull it from obscurity twenty years hence. In the meantime, there is this lodestone, gathering what it can. © 2010 Peter BG Shoemaker. All Rights Reserved.