Some years, fall can be like a long French movie where you can almost see each leaf changing colour while having an identity crisis and wondering about the meaning of life.
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I have dreams, projects, ideas, the whole shebang. But when? When do I get to tackle them?
Turned out we weren’t hit by two tornadoes but six.
I reached over to grab my phone, plugged to the charger because surely, the power must have been restored at one point during the night.
There are events you know you will recall vividly years later—what you were doing, where you were, how you dealt with the situation.
Remember when I explained you didn’t want to get caught in an ice storm? Well, you probably don’t want to get caught in the summer version of these ice storms either—Ottawa’s legendary downpours.
The weather was summery and gorgeous until it wasn’t, and apparently the decision was made overnight.
Tropical storm Harvey made a landing in Ottawa yesterday, right before Labour Day.
At first, rain was good news. Non-frozen water falling from the sky meant temperatures were going up and we were transitioning into spring.
It’s only later in the evening that I learned this piece of trivia: that Thursday, temperatures on Mars had been warmer than in Ottawa.
It was snowing. In October. Not the kind of slightly wet rain that can still pass as your regular fall rain, but big fluffy snowflakes, the kind Hollywood favours to feature in Christmas family movies.
Grab a leaf or two and admire the unique range of colours and patterns along the veins. No, I’m not stoned, thank you for asking.
The tide was low and I knew there was water somewhere, in front of us, but it was lost somewhere in the heavy mist. It was so hot the seawater was evaporating in front of us.
I find that one of life’s greatest pleasures is the juxtaposition of contrasts that makes…
This year, I didn’t even notice fall had started. It was still nice and warm…
You’d see Ottawa today, you wouldn’t believe it’s the same city that was stuck in…
We are so desperate for spring that when the temperature climbs to 5°C, people are walking around wearing shorts.
The summer months are hot and humid and thunderstorms are frequent. There isn’t much you can do. One minute, the sky is clear, and next thing you know it’s falling on your head. Good luck finding shelter—unless you are downtown or there is a Tim Hortons nearby, you can’t escape anywhere. We don’t even have proper bus shelters at all stops.
It started snowing Tuesday night and we woke up to a shitload of snow on Wednesday. It’s beautiful, for sure—the scenery changed dramatically overnight. It has that perfect “Hollywood Christmas” feel. No wind, snow artistically stuck to trees, branches and poles, a picture-perfect white landscape.
It will get cold, eventually. But for now, we are just hopping from one park to the other to play with the leaves and teach Mark how to walk. We don’t even have to go far into the wild, any small park—hell, even the supermarket’s parking lot!—has an amazing display of colours.
When it rains in Ottawa, it pours. And it has been pouring for almost a week non-stop now—blah weather, trust me. Umbrellas aren’t being terribly helpful because it’s flooded everywhere, and the wind is often too strong to hold the umbrella in the first place.
The other day was one of these blah days. I was soaked by the time I got home. I ditched my bag on the floor and grabbed the camera with my favourite prime lens for a quick photo shoot—I wasn’t going to get any wetter.
By the Experimental Farm, where we live, thunderstorms are always impressive, maybe because the farm is a flat empty space. The other day, it started raining even though it was sunny outside. A few minutes later, we spotted this beautiful double rainbow.