It snowed again!

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F always likes to be up to date with the weather forecast. I don’t know why. I hardly ever look at it; it seems to me that the actual deviation of the weather from “cloudy and cool with a chance of showers” is rarely bigger than the error bars on the forecast for any time more than 12 hours into the future.  By the time you get that close, you may as well just look out the window.

Last night I happened to glance at the forecast, which F had left up in a Firefox tab. It said that it should be snowing. “Supposedly, it’s snowing right now, according to the forecast,” I remarked to him, possibly a little bit mockingly. But I was unsure enough to go look out the window.

I was so excited about it snowing (again!) that I had to do something with it. I grabbed my tripod, my camera, the newly-refound IR remote, and G’s new flashlight, and went outside to capture the magic. I started by trying some light-writing.

Of course, with a long exposure like this, you cannot actually tell that it was snowing, so that dampens the magic a little. Also F thought that I’d written the word “snow” with the computer. On top of some sort of Hallowe’en-themed photo.

The above was something like my fourth attempt. I was getting the hang of hiding the flashlight between letters, although you can see by the blue glowing snow that I pointed it downward some of the time.

My second attempt looked like this:

This one has a livelier energy, it seems to me. As though I had just barely been able to keep that exuberant flashlight under control, or as though I’d had too much coffee. I gave myself 25 seconds to write and then didn’t need it all, so I hung around for a while at the end, as you can see. I’m not sure why I don’t seem to have a head. I don’t remember waving my head around a lot.

Once I figured I’d written “snow” satisfactorily, I took some photos of things covered in snow.

Here’s a solar flare. Or an explosion. Or actually, a tree covered in snow, lit by an orange streetlamp.

What I believe is a crabapple tree, complete with shrivelled crabapples. This was a 5s exposure and it came out much brighter than the scene was, but I really like the colours.

This morning, G woke up to a winter wonderland. She threw snow and made good use of the remains of last week’s snowman, and I got to make my camera go “ca-chik-ca-chik-ca-chik,” usually just before or after G did something I wanted to take a picture of her doing.

Next week it’s supposed to warm up a bit, but right now it’s -8C outside.

Portal (Galaxy Nexus panorama photo)

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Place Phillips, Montréal, Dec 2011. G discovers some kind of portal and leaps in. Brings back some killer Turkish delight. (I know. Wardrobe, not invisible portal. Leave me alone.)  We go out for hot chocolate at van Houtte, but find that only Starbucks is open. It’s exam time and the place is full of students (a few of whom are actually studying). We calculate that, thanks to G and the baby, whom I’ll tentatively call Woodstock for her fluffy yellow hair (I don’t call her that at home, don’t worry), the average age at our table is just about right for the scene.

Trying out the panorama feature on the Galaxy Nexus. I’ve resized it but haven’t tweaked curves or anything.

We didn’t shop at tthe Bay at all on this trip. Or is it thhe Bay? Tricksy sign.

January light

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The light in my parents’ kitchen in early January was incredible.

On another note, I made some neat rice pudding when we got home to England.

The light in my home: just another nail in the coffin of my budding food blogging career. That and my cooking. And my sense of presentation.

Use too many metaphors at once and you’re in danger of looking as though you’d put a dead tree in a coffin. Then you’d have to make a coffin for the tree(s) you made the coffin out of. At some point one of the coffins is going to have to be not made of wood or you’d get an infinite series of matryoshka coffins.

And that’s all I have to say about that. Except that I want to end that with a Lily Tomlin raspberry even though it’s really a Forrest Gump quote.