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Wednesday mornings start off like this waiting at the busstop across from the mazda dealership. Last week it was light when I left in the morning. Thanks to daylight savings time, it is now dark.

My first class of the day is around here, though I took this photo the afternoon before. This is the convention center building, and when the sun is at just the right angle poking through the skyscrapers, you get this lovely pattern on the park snow.

After class, I hopped on the metro and went to the library to pick up some more cd's . It always saddens me to see the pigeons get stuck in the metro stations.

I taught another class and then went home for a late lunch. It snowed really hard for about 15 minutes. This is out the kitchen window.

Then I had to head out to the burbs and passed by Molson Park where I find the trees stunning.

On my way out, the sun came out and the sun, god I so appreciate the sun at this time of year. I understand how the sun became an idol of worship. It's worthy enough.

In the burbs, they don't so much as remove the snow as simply move it. The only place to wait for the bus here is in the street. As Serge would say, "It's ridiculiculiculus."

Last class, erasing the board to leave. (I want to shout at myself, "Stand up straight!" )

The skies had cleared and I headed back home over the Des Prairies River. I've seen it frozen over a couple times this year, but often there is a stripe of water in the middle as now. I'm not sure if it's natural or some kind of ice breaking device is involved.

Arriving back on the island of Montreal. Don't know the church, but love the setting sun reflecting off of it.

I caught a train passing just after I parked at home.

It was two hours past her usual dinner time. This only happens on Wednesdays. There she was waiting for me at the window. I fed her of course immediately upon entering.

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