It would have been an easy decision to cancel our plans.
Record-breaking cold was expected throughout Southern Ontario … but we packed up our warmest clothes and went anyway.
Our destination was Niagara Falls.
Although Gilles and I had both been to the Falls numerous times, we hadn’t been there together in over 20 years and I had an agenda.
Like many Canadian communities, Niagara Falls has a Winter Festival of Lights which coincides with the holiday season. There are light displays along a 2 kilometre stretch starting at the Falls …. and I wanted to finally practice my non-existent night photography skills.
Oh yes, it was cold. It was -13C (8F) cold … without the windchill.
I had planned on walking the 4 km route (out and back) but quickly changed my mind. Instead we drove the route back and forth several times, parking occasionally on the side of the road to zip out for photos.
After a while, Gilles simply admired the lights from inside the car while I fumbled in the cold with my tripod.
While I ooo’d and ahhh’d over the colours and reflections, Gilles (aka Mr Science) pondered penetrating questions like ‘how long would it take to set up all these lights?’ and ‘how many thousands of lights did they need?’ and ‘where are all these lights plugged into, anyway?’.
In hindsight, I probably should have started practicing in the warm weather … but where would the challenge have been in that?