This display at the entrance of Nova Scotia was very cool, in that I got to play with the lighthouse horn. They are several leagues (that's ship-talk) from the ocean, so the horn has to be very loud. Very loud.
I have few pictures of Nova Scotia, sadly, primarily due to this factor. It rained. Lots. This shot was taken at the beginning of a journey that would prove to be a challenge to one's sanity. The choice was this: drive fast down this constantly meandering highway (which was actually a road, and I do mean *constantly* meandering) in the huge gusts of wind and rain and in dark so as to arrive at the next stop before chances of falling asleep at the wheel set in, or drive at a normally sedate rate and fall off into the ocean soon after I entered REM. Thankfully, I had CBC Radio 1 as my friend for most of the trip. Funny enough, however, the topic on one of the hour-long shows was death, and what it meant for people to grow old, or what their legacy was if they were to have died any time soon. This was, of course, very inspiring. As fun as it was imagining some animal being in the middle of the road around every one of the eight billion corners for six hours, when I finally arrived at Antigonish (they are not very fond of Gonishes there), I was quite relieved. Also, for the first time, I slept at an Inn.
As soon as I entered Nova Scotia, it started to rain. When I left it, it started to shine. I have no explanation, but I do have this cool image taken from a point near the Quebec border in New Brunswick. Again, I stopped to take this picture.
Taken right across from the Parliament building, this is the Department of Justice headquarters. The mirrored glass is probably just the DOJ's way of saying, "Don't look at us!"
This building is right beside the main Parliament building, but on the Parliament grounds. They were made about 150 years ago. To be in their presence is pretty awe-inspiring. They look terribly old, but, of course, are kept in great condition. One is given the feeling they could last another thousand years.
Due to the horrendous lighting (clouds; they'll do it to you every time), I had to touch this picture up a bit so as to allow the finer qualities of the Parliament building to stand out. This picture doesn't do it justice, mind you. It's really an amazing building to behold.
This is part of a war veteran's memorial quite close to the Parliament buildings. Good job with the chisel!
As fun and cool as it is to see other parts of the country -- and even the world -- there is little that compares to returning to one's home soil.
Having seen a great part of the country, I've arrived at two conclusions: The worst drivers are in Quebec. I don't care who you are or what city you come from, if you want to feel better about your drivers, go to the province of Quebec and they'll teach you what it means to be bad behind the wheel. Maybe it's poutine, maybe it's the maple syrup, but something has Quebecers in a knot. If anyone from Quebec is reading this and has an explanation for the driving, please feel free to enlighten me. Secondly, the prairies are not so boring to drive through if you've been through north-western Ontario. Any drive is boring when you've seen the same thing for twelve hours. After that drive through Ontario, I have come to appreciate the tenacity, as well as insanity, the people who originally marched out west to settle. There is just seemingly no end to all that rock and hills. I have no idea how they made it through, originally, but it's also a reason why Winnipeg is called the gateway to the west; if not for this stop-off, people would surely go bonkers (if they haven't already). Once again, the open skies of the prairies has proven itself to be a gem. Also, there are many more pictures, but after a few pages, one tends to start wishing for the end! If you're interested in more, I can put up more pages. In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed these. Also, as mentioned previously, I have some black and white pictures you can view here.
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