This winter has been brutal.
The snow arrived early (Nov 12) and hasn’t relented.
Wild temperature swings, ice storms, freeze & thaw & freeze & thaw & freeze again.
On a sunny, reasonably warm (i.e. warmer than -12°C) day one of the best things I can think of doing (other than skiing, of course) is to go for a walk with my camera and revel in the light cast by the still-low winter sun.
On this particular day, I was walking through the Pointe-Claire Village, one of the last places in suburban Montreal that has resisted demolition, gentrification and the onslaught of McMansions. For now, anyhow.
The Village is tiny (less than 1km long end-to-end) and is nestled right by the waters of Lac St-Louis in the mighty St-Lawrence River. Lots of old houses, old businesses and plenty of fixer-uppers make for lots take in.
Father. Husband. Son. Cyclist. Unrepentant realist. Photographer.