SIGHTS

The Thousand Faces of Old Man Winter

Two Wednesdays ago, the sun was shining, the air was crisp and there was not a trace of snow to be found anywhere. I would wake up to this on Thursday morning…

Welcome to Canada.

Later that evening after my post-work toke, our new friend Old Man Winter said hello to me from a tree, through two new heads he had just grown. One of them looked like Krusty the Klown in profile, and the other was either Quetzalcoatl or one of those giant heads on Easter Island. After photographically immortalizing them, I noticed the big heads had attendants. A small army of smaller faces peering at me from the new snow…

I ain’t afraid of no ghost.