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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
But is there nothing to shoot? I thought the same and started sulking 
. 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.