After everyone complained so much over the holidays about the lack of snow and global warming, here it finally is. Snow. -11 degrees, feeling more like -21. At least it hasn't become slush puddles that reach your shins yet. But this will come as the forecast for next next weekend? 7 celsius. Somehow I still look up at the fat soft flakes with the same childhood wonder I did the first time I saw snow when I was around 8 years old. It falls and makes things seem peaceful, quiet and calm – just don't stick your tongue out in this city to eat it!
I love the fact that I can come here as I please. When it's not a weekday high traffic time, I love walking through here and talking a bit of a breather. As you can see the good old T.O. landmark is becoming eclipsed by the new towers that keep on coming! At least this place will always be here. Quiet in the summer, great for fall leaves jumping, amazing for snow angels in the winter...
Above: an old tollgate at College and Yonge after a heavy snowstorm c. 1885 (Lantern Slide) and the same intersection this past week, after the snow finally stopped... I have an obsession with finding old photographs of exact locations I know today. It's scary to imagine where what it will look like in another 120 years. Archives have such random photos everyday people took. City engineers took so many for land and road surveying. Without those from the 1800's, who would ever have known how many trees existed in this city before they were all removed. Poor trees!
Some valentines icicles I saw along the way today... Brrrr..... What a freezing, cold day :(
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