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Endless
My formative years were spent on the Texas High Plains, which made me very comfortable with lots of horizon to look at. And that, in turn, makes me enjoy a beach, where in addition to the horizon, I’ve got the endless waves to look at. I never get tired of them.
Peggy’s Cove, Nova Scotia
photographed 8.6.2015
Steering Wheel
Oh, I know it’s not really a steering wheel. But that’s what it reminded me of.
My dad’s name is Chester, so it seemed like a natural place to visit. It was a nice town (there’s an especially nice art-glass studio that’s worth a visit), and one of those places we’d like to return to one of these days.
But until then, I’ve got a photo of a not-a-steering-wheel. And some art glass.
Chester, Nova Scotia
photographed 8.7.2015
Long Winters
In my part of Texas, a “hard winter” is one where the snow lasts for three days instead of one.
Everywhere we went in Nova Scotia, people told us about the hard winter they’d just come through. Let’s just say their definition is substantially different from mine.
And I’m guessing that the number of propane tanks is a hint about the way things are when winter arrives. Which is probably any minute now.
Blomidon Inn
Wolfville, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.26.2015
A Race to the End
We drove up to Maitland in hopes of seeing the famous Bay of Fundy tidal bore in action. There’s a chance we thought it might look like a tsunami coming in, which means there’s also a chance we were disappointed because all we saw was a gradual elevation in the water level.
But all wasn’t lost: we also got to see some clouds.
along the Shubenacadie River
Maitland, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.26.2015
PS – Yes, it’s true that this is the third day in a row that I’ve posted an image that’s in color. That’s what Nova Scotia will do to you.




