Hey my photography loving friends,
This week I'm bringing you my favorite night shots from our latest trip to Montreal. Starting at the beginning, when we climbed up and down a handmade ladder to get to the roof of our friend's apartment in Verdun. There's our host Matt at the top holding it steady for Angel while we all crossed our fingers no one would die.
On Sunday, like always, we went to Mount Royal Park to relive the Tam-Tams hippie drum circle hangouts of our youth. Luckily I lugged my tripod along and got to photograph the angel sculpture taking off above us into the night.
When I got to the front I realized both angel feet were planted on the ground, making me feel like I imagined the whole flying thing. But when I ran around to the back again I saw that it was an awesome example of sculpture trickery.
Our friends wanted to keep the party going so we got a case of beer and hung out in Jeanne-Mance Park across the street from this creepy divided house. One side renovated and occupied, the other broken and haunted. A woman opened the front door for her cat and left it open for him to get back in. Typical Canadian, even with a bunch of rowdy adults across the street she is not afraid of mischief.
There are beautiful things to find everywhere you go at night. These flower streamers were highlighted by green fluorescent street lights when we happened to walk by. It was perfect timing, the moon was centered over the whole scene.
I wished I lived in one of the many pretty stonework apartments we saw. This round doorway looked cozy and hobbit like, a good place to come home to.
Everywhere you go there are little empty parks to relax in. We ate giant plates of poutine here half drunk (okay maybe quite drunk) at 2am. Montrealers are proud of their public space, and no cop is going to kick you out for enjoying them. Maybe that's why everyone is so happy there.
Our Metro passes ran out the next day, so Angel and I decided to rent Bixi Bikes and go in search of late night food. We didn't bother looking at a map and went the wrong way into LaSalle, where their entrance was decorated with some strange and frightening giant flowers. Getting lost is the best.
We floated through St. Henri, up Atwater, passed the Downtown and still there was nothing open. Once you go that far you can't go home hungry, so we pushed on to Boulevard St-Laurent for another late night poutine dinner. I have never appreciated Seamless delivery in Brooklyn more than that grumbling hungry night.
We got a good sleep after all that biking, so the next night we headed over to another friend's place with yet another case of PBR. On the way to the train I noticed a small opening to a deep construction site near our old university Concordia. It was really eerie to see it all lit up from the middle.
Many drinks and good times later our friend walked us to the Bixi station and we found Jesus. Notice Angel is still drinking a beer, because well, why not. It makes biking down Rue Saint-Denis even better.
Before we got to the big hill I stopped to photograph this deer painting in a school playground while Angel and Matt raced their heavy geared bikes. The city was so quiet, we had the streets to ourselves.
We spent our last day at Beaver Lake, sprawled out on the grass watching dogs chase sticks into the water. When the sun set we started back and passed the staircase to the Lookout. Everyone shrugged, said why not, and hiked it up the stairs.
There were only two paths to choose from when we left, so we took the wrong one (obviously) and walked up the last little bit to the Mount Royal Cross. There was already a couple there stretched out with a bottle of wine, probably on the best date ever.
I circled around for a few photos, then we left the lovebirds alone and started back down to look for dinner one more time.
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Hope you have a great week, next Sunday's post will be my favorite shots of Montreal by day. Until then, don't forget to take time out to look at something pretty,