Technicolor Wonderland

Friday a windy blizzard blew snow sideways down the street in front of the office and buffeted the snow against the window panes and blew the snow up against the building and then back into the street, a swirling vertical gyre of snow against the office building, whiting out the street.

After work we went to the Common and had a snowball fight and I practiced flipping over the fence like in those parkour videos, but I’m pretty sure I wasn’t quite as graceful as that Latvian guy, my new hero. And Sean hit me in the face with an iceball.

Just before midnight I darted to the grocery store and filled my arms with food coloring and spray bottles of Mr. Clean and ran back home to empty the bottles and fill them with water and the food coloring: handheld airbrushes for the snow.

Note the BananaGuard in the corner

Weapons of mass colorization

Toshok came over and we headed outside and worked our magic on a car someone had left parked on my street.

Those are speed stripes

Our little forearms tired quickly, squeezing again and again those Mr. Clean squirt-triggers.

Our opus magnus was a fence in front of a neighbor’s house, done up in color-by-Turner blue and green.

Toshok as Lady Macbeth

We need to find a lower-effort, higher-volume spraying technology. Ideally backpack-mounted and pressure- or battery-powered. Compressed air canisters are very heavy, so something pump-driven is probably best.

(More pictures on my flickr stream)