1. – Part 1 of 4 from the 'Snowfall' story cycle on Through All Things: throughallthings.com/snow/ --

    In the belly of Long Meadow, there were a dozen small hills, all padded in white, that gently ran into one another. Atop every hill was its own swarm of sledders, mostly children, who would situate themselves into their fluorescent pods before a couple of seated hops forward sent them on their way. Once moving, they forfeited nearly all control, entrusted willingly to their sleds on a curved white canvas. I can imagine now that they made swift strokes, a set of parallel lines, all the way down the hill. Back up and down, over and over again, the riders' trust grew as if they secretly knew too that a straight line was the shortest distance to a fit of giggles every time.
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    Prospect Park, Brooklyn, NY
    February 2013

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  2. – Part 2 of 4 from the 'Snowfall' story cycle on Through All Things: throughallthings.com/snow/ --

    While wandering in a field of snow in silence, I eventually became sensitive to the sound of my walking. It was a rhythmic, almost hypnotic, crunching. Left (crunch), right (crunch), left (crunch), right (crunch), and so on as my boots continued to puncture the ground. When I think about it now, I had complete control over the volume of each crunch and the shape of each dot. If I wanted to kick up a cloud of snow, I could. If I wanted to shuffle my feet like a cross country skier, I could. If I wanted to break my hypnotic rhythm right then and there, and simply turn around in the other direction, well, I could do that too. And so my fellow adventurer and I traveled the length of an imaginary football field, with no little effort, drawing two dotted lines in a way that was uniquely ours in this world.
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    Produced by Kenneth Chu
    Prospect Park, Brooklyn, NY
    February 2013

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  3. – Part 3 of 4 from the 'Snowfall' story cycle on Through All Things: throughallthings.com/snow/

    Southeast of the Long Meadow, there were baseball fields. But in fact, there was not even a baseball field in plain sight, only a visible black dugout fence, because everything was completely buried underneath a foot of snow. What had attracted the sports fan in me still was the game of snow football taking place between first and second base. It reminded me of the same sloppy football games I used to play nearly twenty years ago.

    The way I see it now, their canvas was conflict drawn according to the rules of a game, and it went like this:

    Hut, hut, hike!

    One group of hooligans kept making scribbles to the left. The opposing mob kept making scribbles to the right. Both ran angled routes, fell down, got up, fell down again, skid in circles, stopped a while, and chased after a ball whose bounce would kick as recklessly as the wind. Both teams traveled, each in opposite directions, perhaps twenty yards total in the amount of time that I might have walked two hundred. But what collective joy, absurdity, frustration, fondness, and beyond those twenty yards would bring them – a year for every yard, at least, if they knew.

    And so I waited for a Hail Mary touchdown to see what kind of mark it would make.
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    Produced by Kenneth Chu
    Prospect Park, Brooklyn, NY
    February 2013

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  4. – Part 4 of 4 from the 'Snowfall' story cycle on Through All Things: throughallthings.com/snow/

    Given a blank canvas and asked to draw anything, many creative individuals might sit, stare, and eventually let out a scream. Without some set of rules or perhaps something to copy over and over again, we wander. I've wandered. On a day after one of the heaviest snowfalls in history, when everything looked like a postcard of Winter, I walked along the southern edge of Prospect Park until a beautifully twisted sight pulled me off my paved path and into a foot of snow.

    It began with a very large tree. And perhaps unbeknownst to the usually peaceful tree, it was impaling a large snowman directly in its vital center as it lay in a state of constant dying on the ground. The pain was as real as two lively twigs reaching outward for help, as red as the Twizzler ropes bunched around its mouth and spilling from its wounded abdomen.

    "That's so Calvin," another admirer would say.

    And if there was ever any evidence that Calvin and Hobbes lived in Brooklyn, this snowman was it. Others knew it too. They came off their path to take a closer look, post pictures to Instagram, and revel with complete strangers at something really creative, almost magical given how its fictitious maker and feline companion were nowhere to be found. I can only imagine that they were off on another adventure. Sledding, I'll suppose.
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    Produced by Kenneth Chu
    Prospect Park, Brooklyn
    February 2013

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  5. American conductor Maurice Peress describes the connection between two musical giants, Antonin Dvorak and Duke Ellington, and their predictions for the future of American music.

    This video is part of the special 'Through All Things' collection: throughallthings.com

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