After shifting another pile of clothes into the washing machine, Grandma and I sat in the living room. I had three days in Kingston, Ontario, before heading on a long voyage to Vancouver by train. As Grandma thumbed through the photos from my trip to Halifax, she remarked, “Pictures are deceiving sometimes.” I think she was right. Grandma and I were admiring photographs of the cool and misty landscapes of Peggy’s Cove in Nova Scotia. Against the oven-heat of Ontario, I could understand why the crashing waves and ocean breezes of the Maritimes would have seemed unreal. At Peggy’s Cove, pools of ocean water collected on the surface of rocks, while puddles formed in the cracks and grooves of hardened sand. As visitors basked in the dim-light of overcast, the ocean vanished under blankets of fog.
... read more
