A Very Canadian Night

Thursday evening was ultra Canadian. It began to blizzard about two hours before JJ's hockey game. But we hadn't attended many games, and I hadn't photographed any at all for two months. I am not sure how that happened, for I had been doing one or even two per week, and then there was a great nothingness.

So off we went. I took the first photo after the game. There wasn't a mountain of snow, thank goodness, but it was otherwise as miserable as sin.

You go out in the cold, sit in a cold arena to watch boys playing on cold ice (as if it could be hot), and you go back out into the even colder night afterward in the teeth of a blizzard. You do your best to scrape the car windows, and then you shiver all of the way home because the car hasn't warmed up yet. Brrr.

But I do have photos.

Very early in the game, one of our guys scored, and I managed to catch the puck in the net. I did get a photo of a subsequent goal, but it wasn't as good of a shot, so I am not going to post it here. (I like to keep the number of photos that I inflict on you to a somewhat reasonable number.)

The next photo is an unusual goalmouth scramble. Usually, the players are all globbed together, but they are arranged in kind of a distinct line here, and the two boys on either side complete something of a T shape.

You have seen me take shots of the boys skating toward the camera, but this time, I included the benches. I like it as a change.

From the back of the net, I decided to include much of the arena, especially vertically.

It was good to get back to it, and while it was a frigid drive home, I admit that it was short.