Getting ready

We’ve been saying it for weeks now. Winter is gone and Spring is here. Then we go back on our tracks and swallow another chunk of winter and cold weather.

Summerville Beach

In Manitoba, that usually translates to another Colorado Low with either a ton of snow or a deluge in the making. Flooding in Manitoba is bad, but still under control, from what I hear.

Markets in Ukraine

When you want to know a people, you go and check out the market places they have. That’s where you find out if people are friendly and how they treat each other. A market place is where money changes hands, where people are haggling and trying to get the best for themselves.


Even if you don’t speak the language, if you see a marketplace where nobody is talking with the sales people, nobody is smiling and everyone is in a hurry to get out of there, you’re either at the end of the business day or the market is not in the better class.

Under the macroscope

This is the end of winter. At least we hope for that. Landscapes are now bare and bleak. Hardly what a photographer likes to shoot. “There is nothing to shoot” is a common complaint at this time of the year.

Club Moss

But is there nothing to shoot? I thought the same and started sulking Winking smile. My head dropped and I was staring at the ground. Only for a few seconds, because what I saw was the new season coming to life already.

East coast fog

Fog. The bane of traffic and the happiness of photographers. But if that fog is a bit too heavy, then there is nothing to capture. Let’s go for the moderate fog instead.

Summerville Beach

And let’s see if the fog or mist can make use happy after all. The clammy feeling of wet air hanging around you is for some a bit much. Others will relish it.


Back in January of this year we were discussing the snow “problems” with a neighbour. Of course, the snowfall here in Nova Scotia is nothing compared to what has fallen in the prairies, but still, quite the amount of snowflakes here. On top of that,

Backyard view

when we arrived here, everyone told us that snow was a “thing of the past” here in Nova Scotia. So we didn’t even bother buying a shovel or heaven forbid, a snow blower.