Snow-Fort City, Day 8
I am running for Mayor of #snowfortcity.
No one else has declared. I have received strong support for my candidacy online and in person. One commenter said, “I vote for Leif Erikson,” but it must have been a joke. Are we not all for Leif Erikson, even though he’s dead and cannot occupy a ballot? I have been asked my position on yellow snow. I replied, “Against.” My Snow-Fort City credentials include: founder, chief architect, builder, historian, archaeologist, anthropologist, art director, sheriff, dog-catcher. I am, if anything, over-qualified. If/when elected, I pledge to midwife Snow-Fort City from mere township within Leif Erikson Park to a beach-head in the imagination.
These photos are twilight perspectives after the snowstorm. Everything still standing. If anything the structures have been improved with the addition of a layer of snow and plunging temps — they have paradoxically gained both solidity and timelessness, halfway in and out of the mind. Speaking of, the scene down at the lake is lit.
As the Protector of Lake Superior, do you not foresee a conflict-of-interest in the position of mayor as the primary (and primal) foundations of Snow-Fort City are apt to melt into the primary component of your other role?
I appreciate your thoughtful question, citizen. And the answer is: nope. That is a feature, not a bug.