I was walking down Brock Street and I was struck by these amazing snow faces that had formed on this tree. This was after a pretty big snowfall, where it had rained a bit on top of the snow and then froze over again. They look like they are talking.
When I walked by this house on my way home, they had melted to the point where they did not look like faces.
I wonder what they said in their brief conversation.
This is a really typical west Toronto house, with the bricks and that type of porch and everything.
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