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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.
Optimista
on Feb 4th, 2010
@ 12:24 am:
Beautiful! I do miss the way the snow looks when it clings to each tiny branch like that.
I do not, however, miss the way the snow feels.
Bob, the NOVA Sasquatch
on Mar 5th, 2010
@ 8:09 am:
Peter,
I certainly hope that you are signed up for the BYB series! Kathlene will be there, along with yours truly and at least one of the kids as a volunteer.
Heard Wakefield may have snowy spots…. accompanied by evil laughter!
Peter
on Mar 17th, 2010
@ 3:32 pm:
Bob! I just saw this. No, I didn’t get in in time (although I see they’re rerunning one today). I’ve just signed up for Highland and for Great Plains. Let’s talk about your Tom’s Run.