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Charlottesville is buzzing with book festival folks. Story telling at the gallery on Thursday, a pretty hoppin party there last night, literary types walking the streets.

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The Local
Charlottesville is buzzing with book festival folks. Story telling at the gallery on Thursday, a pretty hoppin party there last night, literary types walking the streets.
It started again around midnight, everything covered within the hour.
This morning, fog.
Walk around the lake
The snow is all gone. A few patches hide in the hollows behind trees, and on the north side of hills. Surprising when you do find it, like stumbling on a small furtive animal.
Corn Field
The day after the day after is sunny and clear. Mountains reveal their contours in the snow. Bare trees bristle on the hillsides, stubble on a dead man’s chin.
Flowering Quince
With power returned, proper attention can be paid to the material. Here are re-do’s of photos, and snips from those days with nothing to do but look and listen.
“Whenever any Wyoming public library visitor anywhere in the state performs a search of the library catalog from a computer, Filament Mind illuminates that search in a flash of color and light through glowing bundles of fiber optic cables. Each of the 1000 fiber optic cables hanging above (totaling over 5 miles of cable) corresponds to a call number in the Dewey Decimal System, which organizes the library’s collection into approximately 1000 categories of knowledge.”
One day after the big storm, all is well.
Power returned last night, but only after we had built a cozy nest by the fire. We camped out in the living room anyway.
Today the sun is out, the birds are singing, and all that white stuff is turning clear and dripping away.
Winter threw one last tantrum before slinking back to the north, it seems.