After the first surprise of the dawn, people find ways to adjust their clothing so the fury of the tempest will not do them so much harm. There is an overturned wagon at every step; a shade, hanging from its spring, flaps against the wall like the wing of a dying bird; an awning is torn to ribbons; a cornice dangles from its wall; an eave lies in the street. Walls, hallways, windows are all banked with snow. And the blizzard blows without respite, piling up drifts, scattering destruction, whistling and howling. And men and women keep walking with the snow to their armpits.Whew! Here's a book suggestion if you're also seeking "something cool": The Arctic: The Complete Story. It's got glaciers galore, as well as stunning photos of animals and birds that make their home in this frigid zone. Also, if you have any blizzard adventures, we'd love to hear about them!
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
As the mercury starts to climb in many parts of the US (where I am it's 92 but "feels like 97" according to the Weather Channel), I think a handful of last winter's snow—which showed up in 49 states—might come in handy. One train of thought leading to another, I recalled an incredible essay I came across on the great blizzard of 1888 called “New York under the Snow” by Jose Marti. A revolutionary poet, educator, children's writer, art and literary critic, and journalist from Cuba, Marti began to write what became his North American Scenes during a 15-year exile in New York City. This vivid and compassionate excerpt appeared in Writing New York: A Literary Anthology.