Rohinga

I was really hoping that with my telephoto lens I would not have to brave the cold and the windchill but I finally succumbed and decided to walk to the skating park at city hall; as soon as I came around the corner she was voluntarily posing for the camera, and anxious to see the results.  She said she was from Burma, and I wondered (to myself) which hell was worse - the genocidal conditions in western Burma or the frozen hell of Canada.

Cold hell alternates