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Saturday, April 19, 2008
 

Gustave Courbet, The Oak at Flagey (The Oak of Vercingetorix), 1849


Christopher Brayshaw, Study for War Game Tree, 2008

Twilight, and uncommonly cold for late April. Just as I finished up the day's photography I heard a noise that I can only compare to a dump truck full of gravel falling out of the sky. Spun round to behold a flat grey wall advancing up the lane. There are pictures after this one on the camera card, but they're all grey monochromes, as a combination of humidity and cold, unstable air proceeded to violently dump five centimetres of ice, slush and hail all over the neighborhood. Visibility: nil. I drove -- wipers flapping, ice pellets drumming off the roof like a stadium full of Guyanese percussionists -- up to Corporate Thrift Store, thinking the storm would blow over in the time it took to go book- and shirt-shopping, and then, when it didn't, drove on to K.'s end-of-semester party in New Westminster in low gear, watching cars slide off the road and into the ditch, as if en route to Whistler.
- posted by cjb @ 3:05 PM


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