Although winter has since returned, I mentioned in Canadian Eh? how nice it was last Saturday. It was almost as nice on Sunday, and we chose to go for a walk by The Bay. A little crowd had gathered on the promenade to watch this seasonally premature kayaker and wonder what the heck he was up to.
He was at a spot where open water met ice. As we chanced by, he was just in the process of extricating himself from the ice. Too late: I snapped the photo just after he had escaped the ice (lower part of photo). Amazingly enough, he turned around and headed back into the ice (upper part of photo).
I don't quite know what he was up to, but Canadians are prone to embrace silliness come late winter.
Yes, in case you are wondering, I performed little digital darkroom voodoo to superimpose the top photo onto the bottom one. Luckily enough, it blends fairly seamlessly.
This brings to mind the story of the hapless Canuck who got so cold kayaking that he resorted to building a warming fire in the bottom of the boat. As you can imagine, it soon got out of hand, and the fire burned right through the deck, rendering the craft unusable. The moral of the story: you can't have your kayak and heat it too.