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Yesterday, surrounded by all this white, buried in snow, hating the brightness, I wrote a vignette set entirely in the dark. In the London sewers and tunnels below Copp's Hill in Boston. It was sort of like working on one of the vignettes for Frog Toes and Tentacles and Tales from the Woeful Platypus, in that it's no more than 2k-words – 1,819 words – and was written in one sitting. I could add that it takes place in a single location. Technically, that's true. The Copp's Hill stuff is the narrator's memories. I stole the title from Blake. "Forests of the Night." And I kept going back to Blake throughout the piece. It's furious, bitter, devoutly pornographic, and inconsolable. "Forests of the Night" will be featured in Sirenia Digest #86, which should be out in the next couple of days.

So, yeah. That's what I did yesterday.

The world is even brighter today than on Saturday. Cloud cover would be nice. Currently 30˚F.

In the night, some douchebag/s knocked the head off snow cat.* As the hipster nitwits (and dorks who want to look hip) are wont to say, "This is why we can't have nice things."

After the writing yesterday, we went for a walk in the snow, just as the sun was going down. In most places, I sank in up to my ankles, sometimes my knees, but I saw drifts that were at least three-feet high. The cold felt clean and real. Like a paper cut. There are photos below (including some Spooky took earlier in the day). We had a dinner of eggs and canned corned beef hash. We played Rift while I wondered about people with actual social lives (I last saw a friend face-to-face in December). We went to bed early (for a change), and I read about ill-fated Antarctic explorers. Appropriately. Before sleep, Spooky read me Robert McCloskey's One Morning in Maine. But she was stoned and had a migraine and was half asleep and kept making up words that weren't actually there.

The snow plows have yet to reach our street. Someone on snowshoes went past a little while ago. Real snowshoes (sorry, but the Southerner in me must gawk, slack-jawed).

Okay. Photographs.





A street that has been plowed.



Victorian icicles.



View north, towards Westminster.



Neither rain, nor sleet, nor snow...well...maybe snow. And, soon, Saturdays.



This would be a beautiful shot of Dexter Training Ground, if not for the ugly, candy-colored playground in the background. I may try to Photoshop it away.



Nothing candy colored. Just winter.



Spooky does, indeed, hate having her picture taken.



View towards the Armory (to the south).



More than a hundred and twenty-five years of icicles, surely.



Some unfortunate Time Lord's Port-o-Tardis, stranded in the snow.



The day ends....



Glaciated,
Aunt Beast

* Snow cat's head has been restored.

Comments

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shanejayell
Feb. 10th, 2013 05:30 pm (UTC)
Aww, poor Snow Kitty.

Pretty scene tho.
seph_ski
Feb. 10th, 2013 05:31 pm (UTC)
The temperature here is a damp near 50 degrees, with sleet expected, changing to all rain overnight. It's going to make filth soup of the snall inch or two of snow we have, and I'm feeling quite bitter about it. Stupid thing, to feel bitter about what the weather is going to do, but there it is all the same. So jealous of your near monotone snowscape.
phaedrine
Feb. 10th, 2013 06:05 pm (UTC)
Pretty, though I don't envy you. I love Spooky's hat, though!

The new vignette sounds good, I look forward to reading it.
aishabintjamil
Feb. 10th, 2013 06:28 pm (UTC)
Snowshoes are a fine thing to have handy if you have any inclination to go walk in the woods in winter. Much easier to manage than cross-country skis if you're clumsy like me. And they let you go uphill as easily as downhill. I've grown too sedentary to use them often, but my old ones are still hanging in the garage should I want/need them. Nice old fashioned rawhide and wood ones, not this new-fangled plastic or aluminum.
pisceanblue
Feb. 10th, 2013 07:14 pm (UTC)
But Spooky must pose in her wonderous hats from time to time and it is A Sacrifice Most Appreciated.
alumiere
Feb. 11th, 2013 04:17 am (UTC)
Some beautiful pictures, again the scenes seem bleak to me. Sorry about snowcat, glad he could be put together again.
sovay
Feb. 11th, 2013 05:37 am (UTC)
It's furious, bitter, devoutly pornographic, and inconsolable.

I am looking forward.

Some unfortunate Time Lord's Port-o-Tardis, stranded in the snow.

*snerk*

If you can be visited face-to-face, let me know.

dipsomaniac
Feb. 11th, 2013 09:03 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the pictures. I especially liked the "just winter" photo and the last one. Now we need one of you.
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