Remember making snow shelters or forts or whatever you called them? Packing the snow, digging out a hole, crawling inside. The light through the snow, seeing how snow wasn't really *white*. Peeking at the world if you'd made a few windows.
I saw lots of snow sculptures in the last week--lots of people taking pictures too. But no one was looking at this grimy snowperson slumped against a pole, gravel eyes and twig arms. So I did.
How lucky can a person get? Not one but TWO truss bridges only a few moments' walk from where l live. Both cross the Lachine Canal.