When the temperature climbs and drops, the weather can do wonderful things.
Like make the river steam up.
I drive over the Champlain Bridge four days a week, to and from work. About midway, you can turn off onto one of the islands: Bate Island. Looking westward, toward Britannia, you can see the vast expanse of the widest part of the Ottawa River; to the east, the downtown core and Parliament Hill.
On Bate Island, you can watch the sun rise or set. You can catch the calm, flat surface of the river on one side, the lively, rolling rapids on the other.
And when the steam rises from the river on a cold morning, after a warm spell, it encrusts the trees, the park benches, and the chain-link fence with a hoar frost that is hard to resist.
And so I make a quick detour, on my way to work, and I capture it.
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