Sometimes, a year doesn’t start on January 1st. In fact, it can start on any day of the calendar year. In ancient Rome, the new year initially began on March 15, the so-called Ides of March (Idus Martiae) and were made infamous by the murder of Julius Caesar.

For me, this last year also began in March. It began with packing stuff, boxing and rolling up the carpets.

The whole world is holding its breath, waiting for one person to stop. Yet this hasn’t happened. A full scale war is being rained down upon Ukraine, a country 1/28th the size of Russia. Ukraine is holding their place with tremendous success.

After all, they are defending their country, their homes and their families. This war is against one man, not against a whole population.

It seems incredible to me now, that only a few days ago, the world was fairly peaceful. It was quiet and full of beauty. Beauty I have been presenting here in all forms, shapes and sizes. Now it is torn apart by an imperialistic bully. It is impossible for me to post nice pictures here of Canada, in the hopes that anyone outside will see them and decide to come and visit.

Now, I am only concerned about my family and friends that are stuck in bunkers and basements, hoping they will survive the next few hours.

Everybody loves winter. Until it gets cold. Until it gets snowy. Yeah, I could go on and on about winter. It seems that I have done so already on my blog. Several times a year in winter season… So, what’s so different this time?

Winter is a great time for taking pictures. The extreme cold often means that you need to plan the shots before going out and freeze up your favourite gear.