I’m not a fan of winter but as I sit aboard my boat with the flicker of the oil-fired heater in the corner of my eye, I’m reminded of two winters ago when Vancouver had a bigger than normal snowfall and I went for a long walk with cameras in hand. I walked along the Coal Harbour seawall to Gastown, had lunch at the Chill Winston Pub, then walked home again along Hastings then Robson Streets. I thoroughly enjoyed my day. The city looked and behaved so differently. It was quiet, not only because snow quite effectively muffles noise, but because Vancouver drivers are not used to snow and it was a Sunday, people stayed off the road. There weren’t many cars. It looks like there won’t be an escape to the tropics this winter but I think I’m ready to embrace it.