Winter's Chill

Soon the light comes

Winter's chill clings to April like a dying crone, grasping for the last embers of warmth in the hands of the young.

Spring still looks far off, but within earshot, and sits in the sunlight at the end of a long dark tunnel.

Bizarre Grins

Surreal dentistry

The evening air was cool on my face as I walked the avenues of Villeray. The scene here was ridiculous and I laughed out loud while pressing the shutter. The expression of the happy idiots as the poor soul behind them endures expensive torture is just too bizarre for me not to grin at.