Monthly Archives: August 2015
Memorial
At 10:25 pm on September 2, 1998, Swissair flight 111 plunged into the Atlantic at St. Margaret’s Bay, Nova Scotia. The crash site was 8 kilometers from shore, approximately equidistant from the tiny towns of Peggy’s Cove and Bayswater. All 229 people on board perished.
This memorial to the crash is near Peggy’s Cove; the slots in the granite boulder line up with the crash site on the horizon. There is another memorial, on the other side of the bay, and it, too, has sight lines toward the crash location.
We visited this memorial twice on the same day; the first visit was part of the obligatory stop at Peggy’s Cove. The second one, late in the afternoon, was to take advantage of the light. On the first visit there were four or five yellow long-stemmed roses the slots on the boulder. While we were gone, someone had added six more roses, red ones, to the others.
Swissair Flight 111 Memorial
near Whale’s Bay, Nova Scotia
photographed 8.6.2015
(You can read about the crash here.)
The day’s long goodbye
White churches dot the Nova Scotian landscape. Some of them are still active churches, others have turned into other things (karate studios, for some reason, seemed to be a popular re-use), and still others are in various states of falling apart.
This church and its graveyard caught the late afternoon light in a way that was very nearly spiritual.
St. Barnabas Anglican Church
Chezzetcook, Nova Scotia
photographed 8.6.2015
The cost of doing business
Of course, sometimes a foggy day after the end of lobster season can give you the gift of a stunning view of a seasonally-abandoned building. It was a nice contrast to the scene from yesterday.
Whale Cove, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.28.2015
What’s left over
Low tide is…fragrant. And a wharf after the end of lobster season is forlorn. And the foggy day enhanced both.
Lower West Pubnico, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.31.2015
Pulpit View
If you want to know more about the Covenanters’ Church, Wikipedia can explain it.
I was the only one inside the place. And that pulpit, accessible via a steep and narrow staircase, was too tempting to resist. It just occurs to me that maybe steep and narrow staircases inside churches could be a metaphor. Those straight-laced founders of the place, who segregated men and women during the services, probably didn’t imagine a day when a woman could ascend to the pulpit. Even if she was just there to make a few photos.
Covenanters’ Church
Grand Pré, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.26.2015
One Day | One Image 