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can’t sink me in sorrow
I’ve lived almost my whole life on the plains, within view of long horizons. Without them, I feel constrained.
Which I guess is why I took advantage of a piece of a horizon and stretched it out into a four-shot panorama. I felt better, too, when I was done and the photo was a little more horizon-y than the camera realized.
Gilbert’s Cove, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.27.2015
not the kind of night i am used to
I spent a little bit of time the other day looking back at photos I’d made in Nova Scotia almost a decade ago. Initially I thought this one was too dark or too blue or something and so I never edited it. Maybe it was my mood when I rediscovered it, but that blue really appealed to me this time around.
Digby, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.27.2015
shop window
My parents had visited this town on a trip to Nova Scotia. By the time I made a trip to Nova Scotia, my mom had passed away and my dad was in hospice care.
But I remembered my dad’s souvenir from this town, a vintage brass alidade that he held on his lap (carefully boxed up) on the flight home. Later, he spent several months polishing the brass until it looked like it was new. It was his pride and joy.
So it seemed right, that as he lay dying back home, I’d take a short detour to Annapolis Royal and sit by the water and think about his alidade. And him.
(Oh, and what’s an alidade? It’s a surveying or navigational tool used to sight distant objects. His introduction to the field of engineering was working on a surveying crew, and his Nova Scotian souvenir was surely a reminder of his youthful years.)
Annapolis Royal, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.27.2015
Crossed
Late afternoon utility line shadow crosses the church’s facade.
Brooklyn, Nova Scotia
photographed 8.2.2015
slow/water
Most of the time in Nova Scotia we stayed as close to the ocean as we could get. Like many people who grew up on the Plains, I am most comfortable when I can see a long horizon in front of me. Oceans provide this, of course, and also add in some foreground scenery that’s definitely not what I am used to seeing below a horizon line.
One day we decided to head toward the middle, away from the ocean. And that’s how we happened up on this little piece of the Mersey River.
Milton, Nova Scotia
photographed 8.2.2015
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