Friday, February 9, 2018
Saturday, February 3, 2018
I was walking through the park when I heard the loud cawing of crows. Just outside the park hundreds of crows were gathering in the trees. I've seen swarms of crows like this before. Why do they do this? I know they return to an area to roost each evening but this is not their usual roosting spot.
Whatever the reason, it is quite a site to behold. I was just sorry I only had my phone camera with me. My walk was not a planned photo walk.
Friday, January 12, 2018
Some days are absolutely glorious. The sun shines. The temperature is at the perfect spot of being cold enough to feel crisp but not so cold that you huddle into your coat. It invigorates and puts a smile on my face.
The sun sparkles on icy surfaces. When I was a child we used to like to break off icicles and suck on the. Now, armed with more knowledge, I shudder at the idea - the pollutants we ingested, the dirt...
And then overnight the mood changes as the temperature rose above the freezing point. Rain fell and a mist rose. A temporary winter reprieve.
I like the mystery of mist - the silence that seems to descend and the feeling of the unknown as vistas shrink.
Even the dogs in the dog park seemed more subdued - sitting as if adjusting to this silent landscape.
Winter will be back in full force tonight. Here is the forecast (temperatures are in Celsius) :
Mother Nature plans a lot of activity for Montreal to transform, yet again, our city.
Sunday, January 7, 2018
We have hit a spate of frigid weather. Each morning I get a new delightful piece of art painted on my windows.
I have to stop and admire each detail - lines and textures, painstakingly created.
The sun, despite the outdoor temperature of -23°C (-10°F) is washing it all away, cleaning the canvas leaving space for a new creation tomorrow.
Some days it is like an icy garden, others like fairies dancing.
A fleeting moment of beauty.
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
It is feeling like a good old-fashioned winter. Snow is on the ground and the temperature has remained cold. I wear layers as I go out and so far have not minded the cold. And when the sun shines in winter, the snow makes everything ultra bright.
The sky never seems quite as blue as a winter sky.
Even shadows take on the blue of the sky.
The squirrels are still out in numbers, scavenging what they can. This "squirrel snack bar" made this fellow happy.
City workers were out preparing the ice - an outdoor rink. With frigid temperatures expected, this rink will have no trouble keeping its hard surface.
Temperatures are in celsius. As a reference point -18°C is 0°F. I'll be putting on an extra layer and going out to enjoy the sunshine.
Wednesday, December 13, 2017
It's here. After a small snowfall on Sunday, yesterday brought over 18 cm of snow (about 7"). As it was cold, it was light snow, not the heavy wet snow that falls when the temperature hovers nearer to 0°C (32 F). I quite enjoyed walking through white - so much brighter than the greyness that permeates cloudy days before the snow arrives.
While this "dog" sits motionless letting the snow accumulate on its shaggy fur, its living friends were cavorting in the dog park - rolling in the snow, chasing each other, enjoying the novelty of the first real snowfall of the season.
Snow is silent - it falls without sound, unlike rain or sleet and it muffles the city sounds.
I did not stop to sit. I would not want to spoil the sculpted seats that nature had created. Snow brings its own kind of beauty.
Saturday, December 2, 2017
I have never been a great fan of November. It is a time when darkness starts to close in, when grey days and dampness permeates the landscape and the skin. Occasional snow brightens momentarily and then all settles back into moody November. And then the holiday lights start to appear, dispelling the darkness.
Whimsy starts to take over bringing smiles. As I don't take part in the frenetic and serious seasonal shopping, I am free to stroll and just enjoy the festive atmosphere.
The market has begun to fill up with trees and their holiday friends. The scent of the season is everywhere. As the days get shorter, the number of lights increases. And in only three weeks the slow creep to more daylight begins again.