Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Home is where the birds sing

Home. Bike ride through the fruit orchards Grimsby to Beamsville Ontario.

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Home. Break time from Oakville galleries on Lakeshore Rd. E, Oakville Ontario.

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Home. Celebrating Victoria day a week early with sparklers.

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Home. Taking the long road through a rain storm.

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Home. My magical garden.

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Nouvelle Écosse

On the occasion of a Wednesday off I would like to share with you my experience in Nova Scotia this past May.

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Staple cloud photo flying over Canada on my way to the sweet little Atlantic province I dreamed of visiting for years.

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I opened the blinds the morning after I arrived to see this - the village of Salmon River Bridge.

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My first Nova Scotia beach.

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My first Nova Scotia national park "Taylor Head". Fog. Grey sea and white sand. Eerie forest.

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Abandoned house along the Eastern shore.

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My second Nova Scotia beach that stretched for miles along a pennisula on the Atlantic ocean outside of the tiny village of Boylston.

My last day in Nova Scotia, after going to Cape Breton and driving through many a village I ended up at the Northumberland Strait for dinner. Stunning beach. waves and soft sand. PEI in the distant horizon.
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and this is where I feel most at home - with nothing before except open water.