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
One of the best trips I’ve been on was this one, two weeks in Nova Scotia. I’d happily return any time.
I was shooting for a specific project at the time, and never really posted anything else from the trip. And I’ve gotten a little weary of all the Texas and New Mexico stuff I’ve been posting, so here’s a short pivot north. This particular scene includes a lot of things I’m not used to shooting: oceans, rain, fishing shacks, buoys, boats. Oh, and trees and hills.
Whale Cove, Nova Scotia
My mom told me one time that her Aunt Debbie had a technique where she’d fold a fitted sheet as she was taking it down from the clothesline. I can barely fold one that’s in a pile on the bed and warm from the dryer.
But, anyway, I saw laundry on the line nearly every day of our trip to Nova Scotia.
Mavillette, Nova Scotia