Nova Scotia

Head in the Clouds

Posted by Ellie
Head in the clouds. A man with a bun is sitting on a high stool with his back to us, facing a window. He is in a cafe but appears to be in the clouds from the scene outside the window.
Head in the clouds – Ellie Kennard 2015
 
Sitting alone at this counter in a great little café in Halifax, this man was engrossed in his work. Sometimes you don’t see what is right in front of your eyes.
Halifax. But also anywhere.
 
A blast from the past.

Original text: Last night after the big screen special showing of all of the “Life’s Work : Conversations with Makers” videos,we found ourselves back in the same café with some good friends we don’t see often enough. It was great to catch up with them over tea and snacks. We don’t see them enough. It was a wonderful turnout at the screening and the Q&A afterwards was fascinating.

Our Magnolia 2014-123/365

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When we moved here, this magnolia was about 7 feet tall. It is now …. this big! Our friend Ursula in Germany wanted to see a photograph of it, so here it is, for you! Also, our American friend Lynn posted pictures of his magnolia tree, day by day, until it became covered with snow! So perhaps he would like to see it too – we have no snow here, I’m glad to say. I think this was the best day for it, as most of the flowers were out and hardly any had lost their petals. They last such a short time, it’s sad really. I like the fact that the forsythia is so rich and yellow behind it with all of this colour and scent, flanking the drive. It’s such a welcoming sight.

It Ain't Over 'Til It's Over – 57/365

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Sunset over the dykes in the Annapolis valley
Sunset over the dykes in the Annapolis valley

The sun was setting as we were coming home last evening and so this scene was a gift to me. I have been so busy this week that I have had little time to do everything I want. So when this image came into view, I jumped out of the car and took the photograph. It is looking across the dykes in Nova Scotia’s Annapolis Valley. The sun as it set almost looked like a red torch (or flashlight) beaming up from the horizon. By the time I stopped to get this, it had changed, but still was lovely.