This is not a photo; it’s a document, a testament. This is the year we started out as Canadian bad asses. January 1st, 2018. Broken and bruised hearts full of hope, the way life has a way of coming at you. We came out with our bottle of whiskey, my camera, our boots. I didn’t even know how cold it was because my phone froze. -13? -14?
This is the kind of photo I might have admired from a distance. You won’t catch me out there, doing that. But there we were. Wondering about the light in the sky and the hard life of swans and other birds on a day such as this.
Shot January 1, 2018 as the sun went down. Approximate weather at the time was recorded online as:
|Temperature: -13 °C or -14°C||Passing clouds.||Wind: 26 km/h||Humidity: 56%||Barometer: 102.78 kPa||Visability: 24 km|