The Day after the Storm

The day after the first storm, the snow was still sticking to the trees, which is a bit unusual. Trees were covered beautifully all the way into Ottawa, but, of course, we weren't taking pictures. Once we returned home, we headed around the corner to the little park. It is called Anthony Curro Park, whoever he might be, but we always have trouble with remembering the name, and I usually satisfy myself by calling it Arlo Guthrie Park.

Unusual for me, I remembered my big camera. Not so unusual for me, I forgot to insert a memory card. So, it was back to phone photography. I've been doing too much of that lately. I hereby resolve to do better.

The pond is largely frozen now; in the end, only a small section by the intake to the left will remain unfrozen,

The problem for photography in this park is that there is housing in most directions, but these trees were worth capturing anyway.

These and the next one of Sue were a few of mine. I can guarantee that Sue took many more.

It all looks clean and pristine doesn't it? The great irony is that it is dirty travelling weather. The roads are messy, and it splashes up onto the cars. Our windshield wipers get utilized often, and the cars get ridiculously dirty.

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Of course, and as you can see above, Sue was also taking pictures, but this ↓ one was quite unexpected — to both of us, I think.

She had been taking a wide, sweeping pano by moving her phone from left to right. Suddenly she got around  to me. Quite unexpectedly to both of us but especially to me, as is perhaps evident from the stunned look on my face. That, my friends, is how I look at most times of most days.