Owen pointed out the three snowmen he made.
“Look at that hair!” I said of the strange bunch of branches he had stuck on the top of his snowperson. It was fake snow, but it was real snow. Not the fake kind that’s made of shaving cream, but the kind that’s made out of frozen water. You know, snow. Movie snow.
This was a particular treat, especially for the kids.
It was definitely spring on this day, but it was extremely cold. The sky had even turned an overcast grey that felt more like mid-February than the warmer temperatures of April and May in New England.
Sometimes, things work out like that. They needed to film a blizzard-like day, and somehow in only one section of the sky, it was perfect and grey and cooler than it should have been that day.
We were all wearing multiple layers. Here, I am actually wearing two jackets.
The reason we are all standing uncomfortably, aside from the children, is they had thought it would be a good idea to do splits for the camera. The other three adults and I decided to partake – sort of.
Cate, the script supervisor, took this photo of us. I don’t remember much else about what we did that day, but I remember that we were laughing really hard when we took this photo.
I particularly love the fact that on a set, where to me there is always already so much magic, these three kids managed to carve out a little section of snow and make some more of their own.
I don’t miss the snow in New England. I promise you, I don’t. But these pictures remind me of the times in the Berkshires and the middle of the woods where we stood for 12 hours at a time in the freezing cold and we didn’t care because we were making a movie, laughing incessantly and taking time to build snowmen.