snoetry

So I had all these plans for yesterday, all sorts of cool stuff to play with and explore...but no. instead, it snowed. and none of these plans involved snow. So I tried to make lemonade and find some snow score to do, but as much as Brennin and I wandered around looking for something to inspire us, nothing was happening. And all I could think about was how frustrated I was at there being MORE snow. Because Massachusetts really isn't cold enough already.

Then I got thinking about what I used to do when I was displeased with something, which was to make unhappy kid's stories with names like Shlumpy the puddle. So I decided I could write a story about a kid who hates snow and be the live-action illustrations myself.

Of course, that was before I realized that I don't really know anything about photogrpahy or how my camera works. Or why my camera gets grumpy when taking snowy pictures. So...I

don't know if anyone will actually be able to tell what's happening in the pictures, but that's what it is. I should learn how to take pictures in the future...

But anyway, we now present the story of Oscar and the Snow.

Oscar hated snow. He hated everything about it.

He hated how it covered everything,

 

how it fell on his head,

 

and how it got his pants all wet.

And he just kept on hating it until one day when he had had enough.

"That's it!" Oscar exclaimed "From this day forth there shall be no more snow EVER!"

"You can't just decide that," everyone else said "That's not your call."

But Oscar didn't care. He figured that if he didn't want there to be snow, the snow would get it that he wanted to be left alone.

Of course, word got around to Snow about Oscar's decision.

"I will do what I want when I want, thank you very much," retorted the snow with her nose in the air.

So the snow waited for Oscar to pass by...

when she pounced!

and buried poor Oscar

 until he had disappeared.

And everyone just sort of forgot about him because frankly, the world had enough grumpy people in it.

and the moral of the story is: there's no business like snow business.

Many thanks to Brennin for taking the pictures and playing the important role of everyone else.

My hand is actually sticking out of the snow in that last picture. I dare you to try and find it.

Another thing that occurred to me while doing this piece was that I didn't really know how "performative" it was. People walked by us while we were taking the pictures and told me I was going to get pneumonia,  but other than that we didn't really have an audience. But then if the presentation of this work is on the internet, a public space that anyone with a computer can access, does that mean I inherently have an audience? Or at least more of an audience than if I wrote it on a piece of paper and handed it to someone to read? Of course, just because it's here doesn't mean that anyone will see it, there are millions and billions of other things to interest people on the internet. It's not even a flyer that you might just happen upon on your usual way to work. Oh well. I guess those that are meant to see it will see it.