December 27th, Montreal is sleeping under a huge coating of snow. To be exact 45 cm (17.72 inches) of pretty little snowflakes fell onto our homes, streets, cars and heads. We’ve established a new record for December 27th and if two more centimeters are falling tonight we’ll beat the official Storm-of-the-Century that happened on March ’71. I’m thrilled and I’m watching the news as if it was an election day.
Here in Montreal, we’re used to the snow. Every year we survive a few storms delivering 30 cm of snow or more, and a lot of small 10 cm storms. Almost everyone has snow pants, down-filled coat and more than one set of hat, scarf and mittens in their closet, and I feel sorry for those who don’t. My boots can keep me warm up to -50°C (-58°F) and playing in the snow (or drinking tea while looking at the window) is a part of who I am, my culture and my heritage. Unlike many people (my spouse among others) I love winter, even the wind, the shoveling, the twists and turns I have to make to reach the other side of the street and the snow thrower that undo all of the previously mentioned shoveling.
But today might be a little too much. As if I cared… I’m in vacation and all I’ve got to do is a lot of house-cleaning. Or maybe I could enjoy the Boxing day deals? Armed with my boots, snow pants and down-filled coat, I faced the storm, walked to the subway, faced the storm again and ended up in a photography shop. I bought the Nikon D600 which I was saving for since a while and got a big road-case as a boxing day gift for free. I don’t know how I got back home with the packages… I made it but my arms and legs are still trembling as if I asked for a superhuman effort. Wimp!
Photos and more photos to come!