November 30th, 2006
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Canada by
Christopher DeWolf
In Calgary, when it’s freakishly cold, so cold your skin starts to burn just from walking outside—cold like it was just a few days ago, after temperatures plummeted to 30 degrees below zero—the skyscrapers release giant plumes of steam as if they were on fire, or perhaps enjoying a few good cigars.
I’m glad I’m not there right now, but the beginning of winter always makes me think of the place, since that’s usually when I return to visit family. Maybe that’s why I finally got my act together and uploaded all of my Calgary photos to Flickr, which you can see here. (Permanent links to my photosets are available in the sidebar.) More Calgary photos after the jump.
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November 17th, 2006
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Canada by
Christopher DeWolf
Each November, Montreal’s grey skies and endless drizzle lull her victims into a state of sensual paralysis. Her gaping maw then devours them whole, not releasing them until five months later when, delirious and partly digested, they are ejected into a perplexing landscape of budding trees and yawning tulips.
This year, however, “November” has lasted since early October. I’m sure that, at some point over the past two months, most Montrealers have contemplated hurling themselves in front of a blue metro train or into the charcoal depths of the St. Lawrence.
Twenty-nine days of rain, four o’clock dusk and a liberal smear of gooey, partly dissolved leaves: these are the ingredients of Montreal’s late-autumn poison, or at least a robust case of Seasonal Affective Disorder.
