When I had given notice at my job and told my friends I was leaving to explore the east coast, a few of them asked if I was going to see Cape Breton. I shrugged and admitted that I hadn’t actually done that much research into it. (I hadn’t.) Well, let me tell you… it was within the first few hours of experiencing the Cabot Trail that I could surely declare it was the most beautiful place in Canada I had ever been…
There are few things more liberating than packing your car and just driving, whether into nowhere in particular or, perhaps, to somewhere specific. But the how, the when, and the why are only as relevant as you make them. That’s the magic of it. You are at the helm.
There is always this rush of excitement when you travel, have only a vague knowledge of where you actually are, and even less of an idea of where you’re going […]
Thanks to my overzealous happy-go-snappy photography obsession, cramming my last hours on Prince Edward Island with as many pictures as my memory card could hold, I was thirty minutes late […]
Perhaps having crossed the Confederation Bridge in the dark built suspense, or perhaps it being my first official view of the eastcoast in waking memory did it. Perhaps the reason doesn’t matter […]
I learned that when I’m at the end of a dead-end, dirt road in the middle of a forest with nothing but my camera and my pajamas, and I think: […]