SeymourVandal
31st May 2015, 22:54
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Weather fronts cannot be etched in the sky
My lungs do not care what 'they' offer for 'why'
All that I know is I struggle for breath
Somebody's laughing while I caugh to death
This unknown material fell on my porch
Lucky my camera came with a torch
It fell overnight under poisonous skies
It's time that we all start to open our eyes
It looks kinda melted, but it's been freezing cold
It's shaped like it's been there, but it's just seconds old
The white wood it fell on was frozen all day
You can just blow these invaders away
Once they stop rolling they look really round
When sleet or hail falls you can tell by the sound
Don't ask me to call it 'cause I just don't know
There's one thing I DO know - this stuff is NOT snow!
Real snow flakes are crystals that lay on the ground
When you shovel them, there is a wet heavy sound
It takes more than a dusting to make your feet skid
They've invented new weather since I was a kid
I remember the clouds that we saw yesterday
Clouds chasing airplanes that don't blow away
Airplanes with tails spreading out into mist
They're killing us all, and we're not even pissed
..!.,
This picture is a composition of two photographs taken with an iPhone in the northeastern United States over this past winter (2014 - 2015). The main photograph shows an American street the morning after so-called 'snow' fell from the sky the night before. I happened to be outside the very moment this event began, and captured the phenomenon as clearly as possible with an app called 'Mag-Light' on the IPhone 5c, then pasted the two photos together in order to present one complete picture of the event.
The previous night it was dark, but the light over my shoulder illuminated what appeared to be ashes floating down gently past my field of vision. It was 4 am and no - there was no smell of smoke. These 'ashes' or whatever could possibly have been kicked up by my boots, but they would have to float up one side of my body and then down the other side - into the light. Besides - they were too small to be ashes. Even though I wasn't fully awake, that was pretty clear. After a few moments and careful consideration of the air between me and the streetlight, it became obvious this stuff was falling from the sky.
There's a painted wooden shelf to my left, and I can see by the shadows that some of these particles have landed on it, so I reach out to touch one with a warm, bare finger. Since its been below 20 degrees for a few days, I expect to feel a tiny chunk of ice under my skin for a second or two before it melts away. Surprisingly - it just collapsed like it wasn't there, so I blew on the lot of them and they just rolled away like dust bunnies - forming neat little balls and not eroding away like you'd expect little 'snowballs' to.
That's when I got the camera/phone/flashlight and took some pictures. Only then could I really see how bizarre those particles were, and that's why I chose to describe them with poetry. The next morning I looked at the sky and recorded the 'chemical front' leaving my neighborhood. Since this whole experience is so far outside what should be considered acceptable to any civilized person, it seemed appropriate to record these events in a way that might help them be remembered by posterity.
Weather fronts cannot be etched in the sky
My lungs do not care what 'they' offer for 'why'
All that I know is I struggle for breath
Somebody's laughing while I caugh to death
This unknown material fell on my porch
Lucky my camera came with a torch
It fell overnight under poisonous skies
It's time that we all start to open our eyes
It looks kinda melted, but it's been freezing cold
It's shaped like it's been there, but it's just seconds old
The white wood it fell on was frozen all day
You can just blow these invaders away
Once they stop rolling they look really round
When sleet or hail falls you can tell by the sound
Don't ask me to call it 'cause I just don't know
There's one thing I DO know - this stuff is NOT snow!
Real snow flakes are crystals that lay on the ground
When you shovel them, there is a wet heavy sound
It takes more than a dusting to make your feet skid
They've invented new weather since I was a kid
I remember the clouds that we saw yesterday
Clouds chasing airplanes that don't blow away
Airplanes with tails spreading out into mist
They're killing us all, and we're not even pissed
..!.,
This picture is a composition of two photographs taken with an iPhone in the northeastern United States over this past winter (2014 - 2015). The main photograph shows an American street the morning after so-called 'snow' fell from the sky the night before. I happened to be outside the very moment this event began, and captured the phenomenon as clearly as possible with an app called 'Mag-Light' on the IPhone 5c, then pasted the two photos together in order to present one complete picture of the event.
The previous night it was dark, but the light over my shoulder illuminated what appeared to be ashes floating down gently past my field of vision. It was 4 am and no - there was no smell of smoke. These 'ashes' or whatever could possibly have been kicked up by my boots, but they would have to float up one side of my body and then down the other side - into the light. Besides - they were too small to be ashes. Even though I wasn't fully awake, that was pretty clear. After a few moments and careful consideration of the air between me and the streetlight, it became obvious this stuff was falling from the sky.
There's a painted wooden shelf to my left, and I can see by the shadows that some of these particles have landed on it, so I reach out to touch one with a warm, bare finger. Since its been below 20 degrees for a few days, I expect to feel a tiny chunk of ice under my skin for a second or two before it melts away. Surprisingly - it just collapsed like it wasn't there, so I blew on the lot of them and they just rolled away like dust bunnies - forming neat little balls and not eroding away like you'd expect little 'snowballs' to.
That's when I got the camera/phone/flashlight and took some pictures. Only then could I really see how bizarre those particles were, and that's why I chose to describe them with poetry. The next morning I looked at the sky and recorded the 'chemical front' leaving my neighborhood. Since this whole experience is so far outside what should be considered acceptable to any civilized person, it seemed appropriate to record these events in a way that might help them be remembered by posterity.