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December 13, 2008

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Remind J that 8 degrees is warm. Oh how I miss the -40 degrees of January. Thanks, sincerely, for the memories of that park, Beth. More powerful than I can name, except that it has something to do with beginnings, middles and endings. Sing well. I'll pray that my readers will tune in to Radio Ville-Marie, more and more.

I'm looking at the lovely photo, Beth, and doing my annual yearn for a bit of real snow. The closest we'll get this year is crap Christmas cards depicting stagecoaches outside snow clad inns.

Good to know that Moeran's getting an airing. An unjustly neglected composer.

I'm looking at the lovely photo, Beth, and doing my annual yearn for a bit of real snow. The closest we'll get this year is crap Christmas cards depicting stagecoaches outside snow clad inns.

Good to know that Moeran's getting an airing. An unjustly neglected composer.

We just got a perfect little balsam too!

We just got a perfect little balsam too!

That snow looks gorgeous - lovely photo. I don't know any of that music but will make a note of it. Good luck with the singing.

Oh, I LOVE the picture. I can just picture it. Thanks for the well wishes about my back. I'm trying not to let it change my personality, but boy, it's a stress to be in pain all the time!

This makes me feel MUCH better about my own failure to effectively capture an icestorm! Ironically, I got started on photography when I blogged about a big icestorm back in 2005, and my cousin, who grew up in the area, mailed me his old digital camera so that next time he'd be able to see what it looked like.

I can imagine the frustration of not getting that light on film [or disk]. But it is a lovely park whatever season. I know that area of Montreal pretty well, and every year in May (& sometimes June too) visit friends who live across the street from that park. The photo you included here is a good depiction of the muffled sounds you encounter on such a day.

Teresa

Lovely lovely photo -- and I heard this phrase used by folks in Oregon to describe the ice: "a silver thaw."

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