Yes, my phone tells me regularly that I am in “roaming” mode. Without ever leaving the province. I just hope they won’t charge me roaming fees for stepping outside. Roaming around is most definitively recommended for anyone that wants to keep a healthy head and lifestyle.
Sitting inside, doing the job and not moving around will sooner or later become fatal. Going outside in a pouring rain may do the same. But at least you’d have had some fresh air while kicking that bucket 
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I love trails. Walking along paths that seemingly go either nowhere or take forever to get to the destination. It doesn’t mean I take them for their whole length though. No, short stretches on them in different places are good enough. When I arrived in Liverpool, NS, I had no idea that one of those trails would start just close to my house.
Google maps showed some mysterious “road” across the river, but nothing to be seen on Streetview. Once the unboxing for the house was done, I decided to go and discover what that “mysterious” path across the river was. It turned out to be a complete (incomplete) railway line.
By this time of the year, most photographers start to rummage through their archives to find pictures that still light up their souls. Pictures with bright, sunny landscapes, full of warm colours. The photographers of the northern hemisphere brace themselves for the colourless season to come. Some will have less colour than others, though.
Looking back at my pictures from Manitoba, colour starts to fade away pretty fast by this time of the year. Here in Nova Scotia, not yet. Even if the vibrant fall colours seem to diminish a bit by now.
The time has come to say goodbye to summer. The fall colours are here to (not) stay and soon we’ll be in a season that lends itself to black and white photography. Summer is on the rocks, it seems. So rocks it what I can cling to to keep a little of this summer for myself.
Is it all that gloomy? Nah, not in the least. Here in Nova Scotia, things are different than on the prairies.
A long time ago, there were tracks. Tracks with real, slow, wobbly trains. Trains transporting goods and people. Then came the time that people wanted everything faster, so the slow trains became less and less frequent. Eventually, they stopped rolling altogether. When that happened, the rails were pulled and recycled to make rails for other trains, in other parts of the world.
What stayed behind was the imprint of the tracks on the landscape. In most places in the world, those trails are also recycled and give birth to housing or other projects. Here in Liverpool, they gave way to a project called “The Trestle Trail”. It meanders along the Mersey River and through town.