For most people, a week's vacation in January involves sand and sun and heat, a reprieve from the cold grey winter and coats and boots.I went to Sweden. Why, you may ask, would I chose Scandinavia in winter over a sunny beach in Jamaica? For starters, no one was offering me a ticket to Jamaica, but more important, I have been having a love affair with Stockholm for several years now. It's true, we met on a business trip and I just cannot get the city out of my head. I love strolling the streets of the old city, amusing myself watching the people while riding the metro, feeling the wind in my face as I travel across the water by ferry, exploring the shops, and talking to everyone, naturally. Stockholm holds my hand, tells me jokes, kisses me in public, discovers with me, and shares its life. I am happy to see it and always sad to part from it. I did not have a lot of time this trip, a flight cancellation made it even shorter. My friends organized themselves so I could see most of them. I've missed them all and marvel at how we can always pick up where we left off as if I'd never left. I crammed in as much city wandering as I could manage, deciding that sleep could wait until I was back on a plane. The result is a group of beautiful photos, and many disappointing ones. I learned a lot on this trip about photographing while sleep deprived and I am making a list of things to remember for my next journey. For more a complete portfolio of my work from the Venice of the North, please view the Stockholm section in my gallery.
I have discovered that the things that I love are the things that I never grow tired of looking at: my kids, a long stretch of road not yet run, an orchestra playing, a stack of unread books, a blank page and a good pen, the faces of my friends when they laugh, and a city that never fails to make my heart leap.Driving back into Montreal, 40 kilometres out and I catch my first glimpse of the city, lights off in the distance and the beacon beaming out into the night sky, lighting up the clouds. You are tantalizingly close. As I travel closer my anticipation to see you grows, my heart starts to flutter and become lighter, forgetting things that weigh on me. I cannot wait to see you again. Finally through the South Shore and up onto the Champlain Bridge approach and then the view that leaves me breathless every single time and replaces everything in my body with a momentary heady joy. Lit up and strong, you are so smart and clear and you shine and shimmer into the river and my head chants, "home, home". I feel so proud that you are mine, I cannot believe I live here.