Quartet, descending

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So, we went to Peggy’s Cove. It was our understanding that visitors to Nova Scotia are required by law to go there, but we never actually verified that with anyone.

To be honest, we went there twice. On the same day. Because the light was better in the later afternoon. (Kudos to my patient spouse for being the one to champion the idea of a return.)

And look what I found: people.

Peggy’s Cove, Nova Scotia
photographed 8.6.2015

Holding it at bay

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1. Turn down a random road because you think it might end with an ocean view.
2. And also because you’d sure hate to miss going to someplace named “Chezzetcook.”
3. Sure enough, there is an ocean.
4. View said ocean for a while.
5. Stop on the way back to the main highway at this place, which seems to be doing everything it can to keep those trees from closing in on it.

East Chezzetcook, Nova Scotia
photographed 8.6.2015

Endless

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My formative years were spent on the Texas High Plains, which made me very comfortable with lots of horizon to look at. And that, in turn, makes me enjoy a beach, where in addition to the horizon, I’ve got the endless waves to look at. I never get tired of them.

Peggy’s Cove, Nova Scotia
photographed 8.6.2015

Steering Wheel

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Oh, I know it’s not really a steering wheel. But that’s what it reminded me of.

My dad’s name is Chester, so it seemed like a natural place to visit. It was a nice town (there’s an especially nice art-glass studio that’s worth a visit), and one of those places we’d like to return to one of these days.

But until then, I’ve got a photo of a not-a-steering-wheel. And some art glass.

Chester, Nova Scotia
photographed 8.7.2015

Long Winters

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In my part of Texas, a “hard winter” is one where the snow lasts for three days instead of one.

Everywhere we went in Nova Scotia, people told us about the hard winter they’d just come through. Let’s just say their definition is substantially different from mine.

And I’m guessing that the number of propane tanks is a hint about the way things are when winter arrives. Which is probably any minute now.

Blomidon Inn
Wolfville, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.26.2015

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