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fifteen feet of pure white snow: photo essay

I snapped some photos today, but I think I'll get better ones tomorrow when my fingers don't feel like they are going to snap in half from the cold, and when little kiddies aren't throwing snowballs at me.

The brain has obviously fallen asleep before its owner, so instead of my usual self-written essay that goes with my photos, tonight you get Nick Cave, Fifteen Feet of Pure White Snow.


is anybody
out there please?
it's too quiet in here
and i'm beginning to freeze
i've got icicles hanging
from my knees
under fifteen feet of pure white snow

is there anybody here whofeels this low?
under fifteen feet of pure white snow
raise your hands up to the sky
raise your hands up to the sky

raise your hands up to the sky