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Day 88 – Halifax and Peggy’s Cove

So I drove around Halifax a bit but didn’t stay long. It’s not that I have anything against cities and in different circumstances I’d love to hang out and learn more about the vibe of each metropolis but this trip it just doesn’t fit. See, I left Vancouver because the city was stressing me out. I was tired of traffic, the busy pace and simply wanted a break.

On this adventure, because I’m living on the cheap and low I don’t have extra money for museums, attractions, halls of fame, nice restaurants, hotels, pubs, clubs or nightclubs etc. To add to that I’m usually in my boots, unshowered and feeling a little less than “fresh”. So I usually end up just strolling through the cities. Cities that this time of year aren’t exactly photo friendly anyway, even on sun filled days like today. Dirty snow lined streets, leaveless trees, brown grass etc just don’t do it for me. Cities are best shot in the warmer months.

After leaving Halifax I went into Peggy’s Cove. The light was awesome and I shot the rocks, the lighthouse and some of the village buildings and fisherman’s shanties for close to two hours. I carried on into Indian Harbor and along St. Margaret’s Bay Road.

After consulting a map I made the decision to not head all the way to Yarmouth. I wanted to go there and then to Digby but based on budget and the lay of the land I would have had to travel back to Halifax to continue on, a round trip of about 600 kilometers. That will have to wait until next time.

So as the sun started to set I made my way back to Peggy’s cover for some late sunset shots and some dusk-night shots of the lighthouse. Being as tomorrow is forecast as cloudy and snowing I figured I’d make the move North back to my sister’s place. I’m going to spend a couple more days here in Springhill, say my farewells and be on my way.

Today must have been a very good day for shots as my brain is tired and my eyes are fried. I’ll sleep well tonight in the guest bed.
Goodnight.

Tiny Red

Tiny Red

Day 86 – Back on the Mainland

After an interesting ferry ride on which I came to the conclusion that a sailor I will not make. It appears my sea stomach is a little on the weak side. I didn’t “hurl” but there was a couple points on the choppy waves that I was wondering if I might. Staring at a laptop screen probably wasn’t helping either as I tried to get some work and editing done. The internet on the ship was not working, apparently hasn’t been for awhile. Seems like the ferries in Newfoundland are fixed on an “as extremely needed” basis. The ATM was down, The internet was down, some of the seats in the lounge area looked like some cats got to them and shredded them. Makes you wonder what else is in need of repair down below. Well done Marine Atlantic.

Regardless, I got back to the mainland and made my way to Port Hawkesbury where I’ve gassed up (again) and am ready for tomorrows start to my journey home. Part of me feels like simply deadheading it and getting home in 3 days. I need to mellow out again I’m afraid.

Anyway, not much more to report. I’m sure the rest of my trip will prove to be interesting and fruitful as well. I just have to let it “be”. I was looking at shots of the first half and it’s odd how many I don’t even remember taking, just going, like a machine. Will make for some fun editing later on I’m sure.

Winnebago Dreams

Winnebago Dreams

Day 79 – Awesome First Day in Newfoundland

I started my Newfoundland segment of my trip at Port-aux Basque this morning with a Tim Hortons. Made my way up the number one but didn’t get very far before I was in Cape Ray for a good couple of hours snapping shots. What a cool little area for older, cottages and abandoned buildings and a few other things. I initially went there for the lighthouse but once I saw all the treasures to shoot I was there awhile. I have shots of a huge whale bone that was perched on a rock, along with a rusty anchor next to a rotting shell of an old boat.

After that I continued on through Tompkins, St Andrew, Searston, Codroy and to the lighthouse at Cape Anguille. Back onto the Trans Canada Highway, efficiently called the TCH here. A slight detour through Jeffery’s, Mckay’s and Cartyville and Heatheron but didn’t find a lot to shoot, partially due to the snowstorm I found myself in. I took the exit through St. Georges and into Stephenville for dinner just as darkness settled in.

I’ve noticed that the distances between populated areas are pretty hefty. Something I wasn’t ready for. I’ll be conserving gas and gas money as much as possible because there’s going to be a lot of road between shots over here.

Anyway, a good first day in Newfoundland. …and I’ve been leaving my cards around so hopefully some new visitors here soon too. :)

Day 15 – Quality over Quantity

Today was a slim day for shots, sort of. I had less stops but when I did pull over the subject matter and light was pretty damn good. I found an old Chevrolet Stylemaster from the 30′s that looked like it had belonged to Bonnie and Clyde, rusting peacefully in waist high weeds and straw. It even had bullet holes in the door.
Bonnie and Clyde
As well as some more farm houses and some Ontario lakeside shots as I looped up and around Elliot Lake. Which is quite a nice little city. It was larger than I expected and nicer than a lot of Ontario towns. So nice that the ladies at the Tim Hortons gave me a $10 dollar Tim card because the wraps I ordered took awhile. I wasn’t in a hurry but it was a nice gesture and very welcomed.

Then of course, as I passed through Sudbury I had to stop for the “tourist geek” shot of the day at the infamous huge nickle.

I soon had this tied to the roof of my truck for gas money. Hey, finders keepers!!

I soon had this tied to the roof of my truck for gas money. Hey, finders keepers!!


Tonight I’m in Parry Sound. I’m considering a relaxing day of Laundry, coffee and working on some photos if I can while I connect with people I know in Toronto. Hopefully to hang out there for a couple of days. We’ll see.

Day 14 – Two Weeks and Counting

It doesn’t feel like I’ve been away from home for two weeks already. This feels good.

As I left my spot just East of Nipigon Ontario this morning the skies were gray again with sprinklings of snow here and there. The radio said it was supposed to be clear and sunny. Not from what I could tell so far.

I drove for quite some time, not really seeing much that inspired me to stop and take any shots. No old cars. No scenery. Just trees and the odd view of Lake Superior from the road. I went through a patch where the snow was coming down hard, but only for about a mile. Then it was clear as crystal, like someone had suddenly changed the channel.

The road descended and I could see a beach – a glorious shimmering sunny beach – with waves. I pulled into what is called “Old Woman Bay” and took a few photos. The sun was dropping down in the sky but I still had lots of time. It was the refreshing break that I needed, even if it was cold on the hands.

Upon leaving the beach I kept going but didn’t get far before I encountered another area that beckoned. I parked and started to explore Katherine Cove. Another beach but with more rocks, it was as different as it was the same to Old Woman Bay. As I started to round the tip of the rocks I noticed that there were many large flat rocks that the waves smashed against.

The sun began to set, turning orange and red, and I started to take a few shots. Then I stood up to put my gloves on and realized they’d fallen out of my pocket. I saw one right away but proceeded to backtrack for the other. Being as it was getting dark I needed to look for them instead of shooting.

Retracing my steps the best I could (not an easy feat as I’m quite spastic while excited about potential shots), I walked back almost to the truck then turned to head back to where I’d purposely left my tripod on the rocks. As I approached the tripod I saw the glove in a crevice, dry and safe.

As I thought maybe this would have blown my chances for some good shots I started playing with the slow exposure settings and got some shots of the rocks, with a smooth blur of the water caressing them in the sun’s final minutes.

Today’s gift was a large one. I am happy.

I drove into the blackness, making my way to Sault St. Marie so that I could update the website. I watched as my gas needle dropped past a quarter of a tank. Then the light came on. Soon I was panicking as I’d seen NOTHING for miles. I laughed nervously at how the universe can give you such gifts one minute and then dangle a long cold walk in front of you like a sick joke. I thought what a prankster she can be as I pulled into a gas station on fumes.

Life is still good. I am still happy. Even a long cold walk would have been worth the shots I got today.
Old Woman Bay
Katherine Cove