Elm Avenue and Main Street Bridge, Roanoke, Virginia

December 2018.

That’s B&D Comics at the end of Elm Avenue, right before the street turns into Main Street Bridge as it crosses over the railroad tracks and the Roanoke River.  There’s something indefinably quaint and cool about the town’s comic shop being “down by the train tracks.”  To answer the sign’s query, comics were 75 cents when I was a kid.

The shots of the bridge and river here are poor.  (Sorry.)  But it’s actually a pretty spot in Roanoke on a nice day.






Roanoke, Virginia, December 2018

It’s the categorically quiet Southern city.  New Yorkers, this is midday during the holiday shopping season.

It’s an odd impression to get, but sometimes I feel as though I am walking through a university campus during Christmas break.  (All the buildings are there, but all the students are away.)

But when you do run into people, they are the friendliest and most cheerful that you could ever hope to meet.  I was just walking by and a local friend called out to me from her car on 1st Street.  I love this sleepy town.




Thus begins my illustrious career as an abstract filmmaker.

Pretty avant-garde, no?  I’m calling it “Snowfall.”  Bring on the accolades.  (You know how I always want ’em.)

I’m … actually not sure that I could fully define “avant-garde” if you put me on the spot without Google.  It’s a lot like “postmodernism” that way.

Anyway, this was the winter’s first snowfall here in Roanoke today, just two weeks ahead of Christmas 2018.  Look at the size of those flakes.   They are so big that you can actually hear them striking the ground.  I’m serious!  Play the video with the sound on!