It’s hard for me to believe it’s been ten years since I went to Nova Scotia. At that time, I was working on a specific project that involved my great aunt’s poetry about Acadians in Louisiana and pairing her words with my images from the Acadian part of Nova Scotia. It felt profound then, and still does, a little bit, now.

At the same time I was gone, my dad was in hospice care back in Texas. That also felt profound then, and still does.

He died 34 days after I got back. And I’m glad I made the trip when I did: it helped me gather strength for day 35 and 36 and so on.

Digby, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.27.2015