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What: A gathering of photographers and photo-enthusiasts. Bring a 4x6 framed photo to trade if you wish!
Where: in my shoes' place (check out the discussion for directions, or just ask moi)
When: Wed 17 October @ 7 PM
So? Celebrate one year of Rochestarians getting together via flickr. All are welcome, not just members of the site. BYOB. Snacks will be provided!

(hey flickr people, i don't mean any malicious intent by remixing your logo. if i'm infringing on a copyright, please tell me to take it down and I'll gladly comply. geez I'm paranoid about copyright laws ever since the LeGuin/Doctorow feud.)

Check out this submission to Radar Film Festival from Will Perrens and Jenny Cobden, and try not to smile. (Not possible!) So many things to love here! The cardboard set, the cut-out props, the actors' expressions...the silliness! These guys must've worked their butts off pulling this thing together (and apart). Great song choice too.

Thanks to Gabriel for showing me this a few months ago.

Edit: Oops, both the filmmakers' sites are down. Here's a lesser-quality youtube version.

I'm missing Montreal a lot these days. It's been snowing here, big fluffy flakes all day long. I don't remember seeing snow like this since I was a kid. Ohh the days of snow forts and backyard sledding. After I turned 13, winters started trying to bypass Rochester but only doing a half-assed job. The result was really bitterly cold days with no snow, just ugly greyness and 3 PM sunsets. When it did decide to snow, it would be on days where the ground was not cold enough for the snow to stay frozen, and we'd end up with slushy mud everywhere! Yuck! I grew to hate winter, though something inside me knew this was against my nature. I love cold weather; it means cuddling, layered clothing, and hot chocolate!

So I visited Montreal one time during a blizzard, and fell completely in love. Winter was pretty again! The city seemed perfectly accessorized by snow-covered sidewalks. I knew I had to go back.

And when I did go back, I found that all seasons in Montreal are beautiful, but winter was my favourite. We caught snowflakes on our tongues at midnight during the first snowfall. Skated down sidewalks coated in ice, spinning and laughing and falling backwards into snowbanks. We made ourselves into angels in the snow outside a park. It wasn't all peachy keen, of course. Frozen fingers became second nature to me, and I still whined about the arctic temperatures if I was outside longer than ten minutes. Which was every single day. Still, something about a world covered in snow makes life a little more magical.