Nice catch of light Peter, together with those frozen branches.
Exactly just what I was going to say! That (eery?) highlighting of facial features is like the white icing squeezed by your son upon the gingerbread figurine to trace upon it some human, or ultra-human, characteristics, as in the fabrication of some sort of voodoo doll. Ah, the cause of the ice storm! The supernatural at work upon Toronto to punish it for its sins! But isn’t that stretching a little far? Do the “iceman’s” right (evil?) eye and ice-chiseled facial features give a human form to menace?
Off in in the corner of your frame the ice-lighted face of the man in black evaluates the results of his storm as seen through the beauty of ice-laden branches.
Now we understand the significance of Grandma Claus’s preliminary visit to downtown Toronto, her dour look beneath disheveled snowy wisps of hair. Now we understand your wife’s saintly gaze (of unrelenting hope?) into the great beyond from beneath the cerulean blue of her jester’s cap. In sum, what epic drama!
Peter, this is fantastic! You nailed the light and angle.
Prosophos 
Nice catch of light Peter, together with those frozen branches.
Exactly just what I was going to say! That (eery?) highlighting of facial features is like the white icing squeezed by your son upon the gingerbread figurine to trace upon it some human, or ultra-human, characteristics, as in the fabrication of some sort of voodoo doll. Ah, the cause of the ice storm! The supernatural at work upon Toronto to punish it for its sins! But isn’t that stretching a little far? Do the “iceman’s” right (evil?) eye and ice-chiseled facial features give a human form to menace?
Off in in the corner of your frame the ice-lighted face of the man in black evaluates the results of his storm as seen through the beauty of ice-laden branches.
Now we understand the significance of Grandma Claus’s preliminary visit to downtown Toronto, her dour look beneath disheveled snowy wisps of hair. Now we understand your wife’s saintly gaze (of unrelenting hope?) into the great beyond from beneath the cerulean blue of her jester’s cap. In sum, what epic drama!
Peter, this is fantastic! You nailed the light and angle.