This isn’t our van (In the interest of protecting the guilty, the culprit will remain unnamed).
Winter Portrait: Van in Ditch
It’s been snowing for two days nonstop. And yeah, there is more on the way. I love it. This is livin’
And here’s the artistic version:
For those with a more artistic bent
Yup, it’s about lunchtime, so I’ll go and get my ice auger…
Thanks to Rob Dixon for the link
White and yellow road lines find quebecker winters especially difficult (as opposed to Oregon winters… sorry Oregonians, but it’s true). I mean hey, they’re covered in snow, scratched by ice, scuffed by sand, harassed by salt, and scraped by massive metal blades. I don’t know if I’d make it either.
So every April work crews re-paint, and re-paint, and re-paint, and re-paint. Here’s a photo I took today:
Every April work crews go out and re-paint again, and again, and again, and again (Photo taken in downtown St Jérôme)
(This post is part of a collection of dozens of snapshots of French-Quebecker culture, and the subtle and not-so-subtle differences between the U.S. and French-speaking Quebec. To see the entire collect of posts, click here)
Springtime looks mighty appealing about now
(This post is part of a collection of dozens of snapshots of French-Quebecker culture, and the subtle and not-so-subtle differences between the U.S. and French-speaking Quebec. To see the entire collect of posts, click here)
We BBQ’d last night. Snow this morning. Everyone who doesn’t love to ski or snowboard hates it. (Generally, it keeps on snowing all through the month of March.
(This post is part of a collection of dozens of snapshots of French-Quebecker culture, and the subtle and not-so-subtle differences between the U.S. and French-speaking Quebec. To see the entire collect of posts, click here)
This is Mont Saint Sauveur. It's about 15 minutes north of our place
(This post is part of a collection of dozens of snapshots of French-Quebecker culture, and the subtle and not-so-subtle differences between the U.S. and French-speaking Quebec. To see the entire collect of posts, click here)
While at the winter retreat at Eastmont Church, a few guys made up some crazy handshakes. Take a look:
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“The Rebel Life” was the theme of their youth winter retreat. They flew me in (and out), and allowed me to be a part of their community for a few days.
It was a phenomenal time with many deep discussions as we grappled with difficult issues. Here were the titles of my six talks:
Here are some photos from the weekend:
(This post is part of a collection of dozens of snapshots of French-Quebecker culture, and the subtle and not-so-subtle differences between the U.S. and French-speaking Quebec. To see the entire collect of posts, click here)
UPDATE: Though the title is a true statement about my experience in Quebec, several quebeckers quickly mentioned that they did indeed know what studded tires were, and that there are even quebeckers who use them from time to time.
I would, however, contrast that with my experience in Bend, Oregon, where multiple cars around me last February were equipped with studded tires. (They were ready for the inches of snow that had not yet fallen… and yes, that was sarcasm).
Haven't yet seen these in Quebec. However, I saw a ton of studded tires in the snow-less area of Bend, Oregon
(This post is part of a collection of dozens of snapshots of Quebecker culture, and the subtle and not-so-subtle differences between the U.S. and French-speaking Quebec. To see the entire collect of posts, click here)
Raised in Oregon.
Followed Jesus from Paris to Montreal.
Learned French.
Now watching Him start a French-speaking movement.
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