“Snow, snow, snow – it won’t be long before we’ll all be there with snow…” (I love that movie.)
Walking home on Friday from a party, I took a few experimental photos of the snow (and a wall under a bridge). I have no real good story for this, only that snow always seems so very Canadian and the small amount of it this winter didn’t seem quite right. It was also an experimentation with photographing in low light. I’m still trying to perfect that technique.
It’s been a long day today, including a classic klutz moment of mine where I spilled a full glass of red wine on a woman wearing white that I was serving brunch to (for those just starting to follow along, I serve beer – and red wine – in a kilt at a pub to pay the bills). I just kept repeating “I’m sorry” over and over again and starring at her. So, this will be the extent of my intelligent writing for day three hundred and forty-nine, as I now need to drink a glass of red wine myself and try to forget that moment ever happened.