Last night, I stayed/camped at the Quebec City Ice Hotel. 

Room temperatures were between 23 and 27 degrees Fahrenheit! 

Pretty funny - the staff irons the ice to keep it smooth (see photo). I could never figure out the technique for a button-up shirt, but ironing the bar is a household chore I could get used to. 

Room photos to come. 

Sorry I've been so distant in terms of a lack of words - time constraints have made photos essays the go-to thing to post lately. 

It's somewhat annoying: As a writer, it's hard to support the notion that a photo says more than I could with a thousand words, but these sure come close, and I refuse to rush my words if I simply don't have the time. 

It only took a half second to push the button on my camera and capture these moments, yet the feelings pour out of the images, as if I had spent half the day trying to express myself. I stare into that glowing orb and can't look away - something that's not possible in reality, even with the best of sunglasses shielding my eyes.

Even though the moment is special, sometimes the true beauty doesn't come out until after the fact, when we have a chance to sit back and appreciate it.

Man, if that ain't life...

Tucancun Sunset

 

Barcelo Maya Sunset

 

Barcelo Maya Sunset

 

Barcelo Maya Sunset