After a crazy afternoon of reading the whole long III;2 around every corner of this impressive complex, we stuck around to tape this scene at night when the lights perform their trippy multi-colored display. The audio is still tough (sorry). It is still snowing, which is pretty cool, and we’ve retained our waterproof camera. There are fewer spectators this time, but those who are here with us stay for the whole time. Why not? There’s a guy half naked in a hot tub with a book proclaiming beautiful poetry in a huge during a beautiful winter evening!
Many thanks to my godson Colin and his friend Theodore who were taping.