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The weight of the world
The obvious signs of wear – peeling paint, window glass that doesn’t match, a pile of stuff – made me feel like this little country church had the weight of the world on its shoulders.
Kinsman’s Corner, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.27.2015
Unit 3
Sometimes, no matter how many times you’ve asked your Patient Spouse to stop or turn around so you can get a shot, and no matter how patient that spouse is, he or she will get requests that are just confusing.
Unit Three is an excellent example of a time when the Patient Spouse was flummoxed by my request.
Meteghan, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.26.2015
Churchyard Chalk
The tiny sign by the road announcing nightly candlelit compline services caught my attention, but this chalk figure kept it.
St. John’s Anglican Church
Hillaton, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.26.2015
Quartet, descending
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
After the Methodists Left
Maybe you recall my experience with the Rude Canadian, where Ehpem and I were “invited” to leave a parking garage we were photographing?
It’s still pretty clear in my mind, so it made me nervous when I made my first images of this old church and heard someone shouting at me from across a field. Turns out, it was the church’s owner, a very friendly man named Patrick. And he was asking me if I’d like to see the interior of the building, which was a decommissioned Methodist church. Naturally, I said yes, and Patrick showed me all around, told me about their plans for renovation, and their newer plans to sell the place and move back to British Columbia. And – this was the best part! – he let me ring the church bells. That reminded me of the Dorothy Sayers mystery The Nine Tailors (that’s logical, I promise – read the book and you’ll see what I mean) and I hoped no one was up there in the belfry.
After that, I settled down and got on with the business at hand, which was making a few dozen images of Patrick’s church.
near Trout Cove, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.28.2015
One Day | One Image 