Saturday, December 6, 2008

Spatials of Weather

Outside it snows. Beyond the fire escape wizzing past the streetlight like a drunken group of teenage nebulae...snowflakes.
The black and the white of it.
Inside I've stretched a large canvas. Life is just too damned weird without a painting going on.

1 comment:

HemlockMan said...

Ho ho!

One of my favorite memories was walking around downtown Manhattan one winter evening in the snow. I love that city--my mom was born there--but I've visited it only rarely. But that one night stands out. Snow falling, the streets covered in snow. No traffic. Walking from block to block with a friend while we toured the seemingly deserted downtown which seemed so quiet and beautiful.