Cold

I went to a rather cute little festival tonite, called Fire in Ice, in a nearby small town. The main street was dotted with ice sculptures in front of every other store, each representing the store's name or the product it stands for.

It felt slightly movie-like and a bit old-fashioned to be ambling around in a throng of happy revelers, under light snow showers, bathed by soft street lights, and bundled up against the bitter cold. Then it was back to reality when my fingers became too numb to operate the camera. Time for a drink! :)

At one end of the street was the ice sculptor, demonstrating his craft. That's him on the picture, in the midst of ice spray from his saw. I'm pretty sure it's the same guy I featured earlier in December at another fest. Makes me wonder how one makes a living at that craft...

I missed an important anniversary yesterday: Feb 1 was one year since my last cigarette. Good on me, eh? :))