When you live close to the sea, ocean or lake, chances are that thoughts come into your mind about going out on that vast expanse of water, just to find out what is on the other side or in the middle of it.
The ancient Vikings must have had that urge. Now, going to the other side of a lake is usually a child’s dream, for a sea or an ocean, things are a little more complicated.
The past weekend has been in the light of privateers. Pirates, if you like, but pirates with a legal status of… pirates. Liverpool has traditionally been the port of the privateers in Canada. The descendants of many of them still live here, although their methods will have changed over the centuries.
So what’s the difference between privateers and pirates?
There is a difference between what you see, what you think you see and what the camera sees. It takes time to put the parts together and make your vision visible by the camera.
It takes even more time to convince people to see what you wanted them to see in the first place.
The Liverpool Trestle Trail. A stretch of disaffected railroad. The tracks have been pulled long ago and the terrain is now a much loved place for jogging, dog-walking and strolling.
For the last few weeks, I have been walking this trail twice a day for numerous reasons. One of which would be health-related.
Walking through an iconic place like West Berlin might bring memories or dreams to some. At least if that West Berlin would be in Germany. But, that West Berlin has been gone for more than three decades by now.
Only the West Berlin and East Berlin in Nova Scotia remain. That’s right, Nova Scotia has a West and East Berlin. And you can go between them without having to pass a checkpoint.