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Sunken
There’s a chance (somewhere around 100%) that the only reason we found this place was because we made a wrong turn.
While my spouse chatted up a fisherman and learned all about the swordfishing industry, I wandered around making photos of things like last year’s lobster trap.
So, in a way, we weren’t lost at all.
Port La Tour, Nova Scotia
photographed 8.1.2015
Be sure your sins
I hope that photographing judgmental church signs isn’t a sin, but I guess I’ll find out.
near Lower Argyle, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.31.2015
Night’s Picnic
Nighttime gives the mundane parts of town new drama. And close-to-the-street picnic tables beside the rope factory become a mystery.
Yarmouth, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.30.3015
It all becomes one
The sign on the road said there was a heritage cemetery up this hill. What we found first was a regular one, still in active use.
It took a minute to notice the heritage one; the trees, the ground, and the headstones were all taking on the same textures, blending into one.
Argyle, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.30.2015
