While I’ve lived in Toronto for the past ten (!!!) years, I’ve never experienced a bona fide ice storm before.
I was still in Edmonton back when the Great Ice Storm of 1998 struck. While I personally wouldn’t judge anyone too harshly for, say, calling in the army for help, I also didn’t really understand it. What’s the big deal about ice storms anyway?
But then I looked outside. And all I could say was: Oh. Then: Wow.
What I saw on the news back then just didn’t compare with what I saw in my own backyard.
Everything was entirely encased in ice. Everything. Thick cold solid ice. The car, the sidewalk, the fence, the power lines, even the tiniest leaf on the skinniest branch. It was a world where, all at once, every single thing gets to fulfill its secretly-held dream of being a crystal chandelier.
It was breathtaking.
And breathtakingly slippery. That said, because:
* I’m sometimes clumsy,
* I barely know how to skate, and
* I’m almost guaranteed to hurt myself in even the safest of situations,
I didn’t dare venture too far but here are a few snaps that I practically risked my life to take.