Showing posts with label montreal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label montreal. Show all posts

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Meg, it was your birthday.




My housemate is from the Prairies; a land of very hot summers and ridiculously cold winters. As a result, she enjoys extremes. The weather in Montreal had been kind of temperate as of late, hovering around zero, spiking up to ten and then back down again, bringing us blustery evenings that were somehow often followed by milder days that tended to melt the snow away... Against my stronger desires, my housemate got her birthday wish of extreme cold and snow this year. Meg, you are now a year older, and winter is finally here. To celebrate, we devoured a Beetlejuice cake, played Nintendo, and Jack Frost had a party on my window...

Friday, October 23, 2009

These are not fall colours.


October 22 and snowing in Montreal?
'Fraid so, blue planet...
The melting kind!

Monday, July 27, 2009

My town's got a chinatown too!

Yes, it's true. I've left the Chinatown of Paris. No more 13th arrondissement for me. But it's okay, because that means I get to walk around the Chinatown of the world's second largest French speaking city, my hometown, Montreal! After a little under a year away and the longest chunk of time I've ever spent outside of Canada, I've learned to view the familiar through the eyes of a tourist, and by jove, it's kinda fun! The best part is, there are plenty of weird and beautiful things here too. Who knew?







Monday, December 22, 2008

Home Sweet Home




What? Airplaine photos are boring and clichéd, you say? Oh, you're just being picky. These images depict an aerial view of New-York near the tale end of my 13 hour journey home for the holidays. Of course, these 13 hours became 15 once I'd gone through customs for the 2nd time in one day and after I'd lugged my bag into a YUL back room where I watched a little mustachioed man run his hands through all my clothes and school books and underwear while he asked me why the hell I left the country so often. Fun! I had bought a canned tulip bulb in Amsterdam I was hoping to give as a Christmas gift, which he seized. I think it made his day, actually. Oh so glad I could help, mister mustache!

That being said, it's good to be home.