Life

The beauty and destruction of ice storms

As a child, I remember playing outside after an ice storm only a few times.  Maybe it's just my poor memory but it seems like ice storms are occurring more frequently in recent years. If you've never experienced an ice storm, this phenomenon usually occurs when the temperature hovers around the zero degree mark and rain, well, freezing rain, falls, encasing every surface in a layer of ice. 

The landscape is transformed, especially when the sun peaks out from behind the clouds and the earth begins to sparkle with light as though a million tiny diamonds started glowing from within.  It's a transfixing sight. Magical.

But it's also quite destructive and can be dangerous. The ice creates a layer of crust over the snow, on which kids can walk and slide. But if you fall through, your ankles and calves can get pretty scraped up. Trees and power lines are toppled by the weight of the ice, leaving many households without heat and electricity during the coldest months of the year.  Walkways and roadways become skating rinks. Walking becomes a hilarious exercise in trying to stay upright.

The answer, I expect, is to prepare ahead of time where possible and enjoy the beauty of the storm while it lasts. Because the temperature always warms up and the ice melts. The clean up begins and normal life resumes. But for a moment we were able to experience a glittering, shining world of ice and snow.

Pond hockey - a Canadian tradition

Pond hockey is as Canadian as maple syrup. In truth, any form of hockey is as Canadian as it gets. Like sledding, it's a great way to spend time outdoors during the freezing winter months.

Hockey in our family tends to be a last-minute, pick-up, all ages invited type of affair.  When the suggestions is made, everyone scrambles to find gear and clothing thick enough for the -25 temperatures - it doesn't matter what it looks like so long as it keeps you warm and dry. For readers living in warmer climes, it seems that the bluer the sky and the brighter the sun on a winter's day then the colder the temperature.

Fingers freeze as you awkwardly tie your skates in a standing position - the snow is too cold and wet to sit on for such a task. The first job is to clean off the snow - although there's only been a sprinkling since the last game so it doesn't take too long. In fact, the rest of the pond is a great place for the little ones to learn how to stay upright on skates - there's nothing to run into, plenty of space to move about and enough snow for a soft landing.

A heated game ensues. Goals are celebrated. The older boys show up to show the little ones how it's done. And when everyone is no longer able to move their fingers and toes and cheeks are a bit frost-bitten then it's time to enjoy some hot chocolate and fresh pizza. Good times!

Christmas Day Hike

Christmas 2016 was as different from the previous Christmas as it was possible to be...white, overcast and chilly as compared to green, sunny and warm in 2015.  It was a Christmas to match a tough year, a day spent huddled on the bathroom floor, miserably clutching a bucket, while listening to the sounds of laughter and joy from the rest of the house. All I can say is I'm so happy it's 2017!

The big move south in 2016, starting a new job and the general hustle and bustle of the holiday season resulted in no new posts over the last few months.  The goal for the new year is to get back on track, editing photos and posting regularly. 

The first post of the year is a throwback to Christmas Day 2015 - a sunny and warm winter day, a day perfect for a hike around the new property. Enjoy!

P.S. I find it amusing that we all seem to walk like little ducklings in a row! 

Goodbye northern Ontario

Living in northern Ontario has been an incredible experience - five years of gentle, quiet living in a region of the country where life thrives in a harsh and challenging environment.

From the very first day, I was charmed by the helpful, genuine and kindhearted folks that welcomed me with open arms into their homes and their lives.  The village where I made my home embodied the heart of the Canadian spirit - a place with a wonderful sense of community, inclusion and a desire and willingness to help out one's neighbours.  I can only hope to live in such a place again!

Sadly, all good things must end. Life takes us in new directions and as one chapter ends, a new one begins.  My next chapter will be as different as can be imagined from the old - big city, throngs of people, traffic jams - the hustle and bustle of life in an urban centre.  But there is much to look forward to as well - new friends, opportunities and experiences.

A big, warm thank you to all the wonderful people that made living in the north such a great experience, especially to the many folks that I didn't get a chance to see before moving away.  You will be greatly missed!

Below are a few images from my time in northern Ontario - a brief glimpse into the events and landscapes of the last five years of my life.

Down by the river

Almost every property my parents have owned over the years has had a water source of some kind - lake, river, stream, creek, pond. And if not directly on the property, then there was one close by. Growing up on the water provided many opportunities for exploration and adventure.

Playing ice hockey on a frozen pond. Learning to fish. Canoeing and kayaking. Water skiing and wake boarding. Rinsing off vegetables plucked straight from mom's garden and eating them outdoors. Catching frogs and tadpoles. Wading in creeks. Swimming in rivers. Polar dips in frozen lakes.

Over the years, it's been fun to capture images of the younger generations enjoying many of the same activities. The Pine River, running along the property boundary, was a favourite swimming spot on hot lazy summer days. Deep in areas, shallow in others, it was the perfect river. Jumping off high banks or sliding into its cool depths for endless hours of fun - so many sights and sounds.

The changing colours of the water, reflecting the time of day and season of the year. Dragonflies by the hundreds, fragile and strong, as drawn to the water as the kids. The bubbling, gurgling song of the river as it passes over and through the rock bed. The sparkle of fish as they jump and dive, moving quickly away from the splashing and noisy children. Dappled sunlight filtering through the trees.