In my awkward and angsty high school days, I had a job at an office supplies store and a boss who navigated his social encounters mainly by telling outrageously sexist (and unfunny) jokes. Each joke left me wide-eyed and a bit judgy. Looking back, I doubt he was a malicious man. I think his tedious and embarrassing jokes resulted from a sadly outdated and misguided effort to connect and make friends with other guys. I feel bad for him actually. He just didn’t get the memo that sexism hasn’t been cool for a few decades. This winter has been as socially lame as my old boss. This friggin winter, it snowed like hell on the first day of spring, and that knee-slapper was followed by a cold-snap that burst water pipes and iced-over sidewalks. April is now hours away, while the snowy winds howl outside. Not cool old boss, not cool old winter.
Meanwhile, M & J came up to Nova Scotia from South Carolina–on their spring break! So, while every other student was flocking to Florida, they were headed to the tundra of Canada, where they would have access to the frigid climatic joke of early spring in Nova Scotia. And while we were photographing them, me in 7 sweaters, a ski jacket and a touque that is a huge, head-hugging sweater, they were without jackets. It was, literally, the coldest day of this winter that I can remember.
They were here for adventure. And adventure isn’t about being always comfortable.
This group of photos reminds me to value adventure over comfort more often in life.