Anne MacRae

Meet Isla, at just 12 weeks. I had the pleasure of photographing the beautiful mom and baby recently here in Toronto. (And Grandpa Ken, who stopped by too.)

While winter's grip on the city has proven tenacious, spring is slowly creeping in. With a gorgeous weekend ahead you might even say it's marching in like ... pipers at a Saint Paddy's Day Parade! (Like ham-fisted metaphors on a silly blog post!) That's embarrassing, I seem to be having a delete malfunction.

Anyway - a few snaps, courtesy of me and the poladroid.

The serious-minded photographer in me would like me to be ashamed of posting something I sent through a web app, but whimsy wins when spring is in the air!

Enjoy!

Have I told you how hot it is in our apartment?  If you're living anywhere like this city right now, you're probably not going to want to hear about it.  Some quirk in the building's furnace means that it's about a constant, oh, 28 degrees centigrade in here at all times.  The water is coming out of the faucets either warm or hot these days (not splendid for drinking), but as it's minus 15 outside and we don't have to pay for it, I'm really not complaining.

Lying, sweating, in my bed, it does feel like it was just yesterday that I was riding my Bixi bike around town and tossing and turning through sweltering summer nights.  In fact it was actually just yesterday that, as I stood in the kitchen making chicken pot pie (which was excellent, thank you), I watched the gathering snow steadily creep up the kitchen window to form the drift that now covers, sincerely, the bottom foot and a half of that window, not to mention the rest of the city with it.  So, here we are and it's really the season.  Maybe the city will make a proper show of its famous snowy winter this year - I, for one, would be thrilled (not that you want to hear about it).

This is today...