Toronto sweltered today at some thirty-three degrees Celsius. I am impossible to please, and in warm weather—even these fine and early days of June (did anyone see that poetic NYT editorial?)—I miss winter. I took these photographs, as it happens, exactly five months ago, on 8 January 2011. We had just had a fine snowstorm and the white was more or less unbroken.
I realize that these are underexposed, but the sky was so finely mottled that day that I don’t mind a bit of pictographic dishonesty about how light it really was.
