March 7, 2011
Our long Sunday actually began on Saturday night. When I looked out of the balcony, I saw all this snow, and realized that the next morning, I would have a photography mission to accomplish. There is always the danger that, if you wake up too late, all the most beautiful snow will have already fallen from the branches of the trees. I got my husband to make sure I'd be up as early as possible.
Those who have read my older posts might know that I am not an early morning person. Still, we managed to get ourselves up, and made our way to High Park. The place was almost completely quiet. There were no cars at that hour, and pretty much no other people. I began my photo session:
Who could possibly appear in the park early in the morning? Some photographers, and dogs with their owners. Although I never had a dog, I know that snow for the dogs is like a room full of mice for a cat - an universal playground. Most of the dogs were very cooperative, and posed for my photos:
If you look closely, you will see a little clump of snow on this dog's nose.
Some dogs lost all control, and very nearly knocked me over.
Funnily enough, we saw many people in red winter outfits: