Friday, January 22, 2010
WidowsWeave: Day 5
In the crusty snow, some of the lines are stabs, some are cuts, some barely make a mark.
This day was more about endurance than memory, survival above commemoration. Sheet Ice formed on my right side where the rain had frozen on my hood. The camera, wrapped in plastic and mounted under a shelter, still got rain on the lens which stopped the lens cover from closing till this morning.
The last thousand lines, a police car perched on the access road to see what kind of person would be out there doing whatever.