After yesterday's epic blizzard that dumped a foot of snow in Denver, I went exploring today and came across these cheeky fellows. I spotted them from my stroll through Wash Park and crossed Downing traffic to reach them. SO FUN. Note the beer bottles for shoulder guards:
And the camera lenses for eyes, of course. Then there's the rake for a claw and a bike rim for a crown. As one guy explained, "We were inspired!" 
"So, what's his name?" I asked.
"Oh, wow. That's right, we need a name," said one. "What do you think?"
"Maybe something manly and fierce, like Cyborg Bill?" said I.
"Yeah. Or maybe we could just call him Robert," said another.
They were especially proud of their latest idea, crafting another claw out of - get this - SNOW. They pointed it out and wanted to know what I thought. "Yessiree, that there snow claw is coming along nicely," said I, in my best friendly neighbor voice. But I didn't tell them what I really thought, which is that I love how a big, fat snow dump brings the world to a halt and makes you sit still just long enough so you can launch yourself out into the next day like a caffeinated jack-in-the-box.
And I certainly didn't tell them that most of all, I love how snow brings out the insane trash artist in everyone.
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