Point Pelee (pronounced ‘ee’ at the end not ‘eh’ as I found out) is a national park and just happens to be the farthest south you can go in Canada. Even as far south as Barcelona or Rome, crazy! Yet when I froze my face, had my hair whipped in every direction causing me to stumble along in the slush filled path it was hard for me to think I on the same latitude of places that remind me of warmth … what was that again? Nope, can’t remember what warmth means.

The point itself juts into Lake Erie and is tossed around between a warm and cold current on each side. It felt weird looking out at a lake and not seeing the other side, no wonder why they call them great. With the s shape of sand and ice on each side, with a soft purple glow in the horizon I couldn’t help but feel like I was staring at some barren wasteland up in the Arctic. What does warmth mean? Instead of a place that is known as an ecological haven for migratory birds and butterflies.

It happened to be gorgeous in it’s snowy glory though, which may be why this is one of the longest posts I have ever done. I couldn’t stop picking and choosing photos I wanted to showcase. I will let the photos do the talking.

Plum Island is documented as early as 1616 as an unnamed island on the map of Captain John Smith, in which he names New England. Today it’s a popular tourist destination holding B&B’s and hotels, but some local residents call this place home.

Beaches up here tend to be rocky, slimy with kelp and smells like the ocean. Nothing compared to this sandy dune ridden beach. The smell of the sea? Nowhere. But I still enjoyed it none the less, even spent 10 minutes just starting out to sea.

Let’s just say I went to Boston for a boy.

I came to the conclusion that I’m never going to just go to the airport and take the next flight out. A) I’m the planning type, I don’t like last minute things and B) Last minute flights in North America are hella expensive (did I just type the word hella ….) This whole trip pretty much goes against the norm for me. In less than a week of knowing about it I flew across the continent for a week, than within 24 hours I bought tickets and flew to Windsor, Ontario. I went through Toronto airport three times in two weeks and have explored pretty much every inch a passenger can of that airport going from their National to International terminals … and there and back again a Heather Mulholland story.

I have to say, a food shoot goes so much easier when you aren’t the one cooking. That way I can just document instead of picking up my camera, putting down my camera, chop chop, shoot, stir stir, click. Thank you Mike.