Within a week Saint John received 96 centimetres of snow. That was the number I heard yesterday, and then the storm was, by no means, over. Three, powerful snowstorms in one week, and I’m inclined to think yesterday’s was the worst.
Downtown, and in the south end, the old streets are so narrow, they don’t know where to put the snow now. Emergency vehicles can’t get through and yesterday a partial state of emergency was declared.
With all this snowy weather, we haven’t been out and about the way we use to. Not many photos has been taken. The other day, I brought out the 50mm prime lens and practiced a little with it — it’s been some time. I liked the blue colour of this glass of water, and I might use it for something later.
Then, of course, my favourite photo object is always around. He was up on a table, almost falling asleep when I took this.
As I was going through some drawers, I found an old calendar from 2005. Noticed that the 21st of January, it had been ten years since he came to our home … I never forget that day! He was so little, we had him in a bag. How scary that must have been for him — being removed from his four sisters, arriving in a huge, unknown house, with giants in it … seemingly kind giants, but still.