Winter For Now

Snowfall is a spectacle we rarely experience here in Vancouver. But in February, our city had a week long spell of snowfall—more than what we’ve usually had in years.  As snow may be the only thing we can enjoy in our dreary, rain filled winters, I felt an urgency to venture out into the cold—a sense of nostalgia chasing. Trudging though the foot deep snow, camera in hand, I was reminded of a blissful time of ignorance. A time where my only concerns in life were that of the present, and of the icy snow seeping through my seldom used winter boots. 

– Nathan Beausoleil

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