Introduction
Let me explain that title. Some years back, after living in a location that forced me to cope with long, nasty winters, I moved to Vancouver. No more months of shovelling snow, slipping on ice and bundling up against the wind chill; not for me, I'd had enough. I've decided that, for me, the proper role of winter is a place to visit on occasion, and for just long enough to remind me why I left it behind.
Last Christmas (2003), I visited winter with my family in Newfoundland, and, like any tourist who lives elsewhere, took photos to remind me of the trip once I got back home. They're scenic for the most part - winter can have a certain stark beauty to it, I'll admit. Especially when viewed from a distance, away from its ravages.