Lit Bitlette ... Snow
In which James Kidd, manfully solo, and solely manful, wheezes, sighs, huffs, puffs and chuffs his way up a mountain in upstate New York towards Olana, home of Hudson Valley School painter Frederick Church. Between the wheezes, Kidd ponders snow, getting cold feet (literally), Christina Rossetti, Bing Crosby and why snow falls in blankets. In between groans, he also meditates on the eerie sensation of trudging through a landscape doing a fine impersonation of a life-sized painting. Art and life, life and art, with real sound effects.
Dig that heavy breathing (Kidd not Church).
Altogether now: snow, snow, snow, snow - SNOW!