Two weeks ago, I was in Ottawa with my travelling husband and the trip happened to coincide with our Federal election. I was very curious to witness the atmostphere in the capital city during an election. Would it be like being in the home town when an important sports games was being played?(cue the “O-K! Blue Jays” anthem) It wasn’t! A cold, grey, drizzly night – it was especially quiet. Even for Ottawa.
But the next day was an entirely different story. There was a buzz of chatter everywhere, as the reality of our newly elected majority government sank in. The place felt a little lighter, maybe a little hopeful. Even the sun came out.
I found myself on Wellington Street in the afternoon, sharing a crosswalk with our handsome, newly minted Prime Minister. He was surrounded by a gaggle of photographers – I was not. I did have my camera, however, and I’m pretty sure he’s looking straight at me in this shot! What a treat for me!
In addition to the relief and happiness of the election results, which the majority of the population obviously feel is a treat for the country, I can’t help but reflect on what a treat it is to live in a country in which the Prime Minister can share a crosswalk with the likes of me.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Treat