For two years now, I’ve been adventuring and sharing my love of life in the Maritime Provinces here at Maritime Love. We’ve been on many local adventures together and had so much fun.
But I feel it’s time to broaden my horizons outside this magical little corner of the world. I’m hoping to start doing more travelling outside of the Maritimes soon, and I want a place where I can share those experiences and also explore how growing up in the Maritimes has influenced how I see the world around me.
So, with great consideration, I’ve come to the decision to close down Maritime Love and start a new blog, a more personal and hopefully worldly one, at The Meandering Maritimer.
Fear not, though friends, all Maritime Love posts will still be available to read and I’ll still be doing some exploring of this region. There is still so much to see, after all. We’ve only just scratched the surface. I’ll be bringing you those stories over at TMM as well.
I want to thank everyone who has read and shared and commented on any of the posts on this blog. Thank you for sharing your love of this sea salt-soaked land with me. I appreciate your support so much and hope that you will come over to The Meandering Maritimer and follow along as I start this new journey.
This past week, I was invited to a very cool event put on by the good people at Discover Saint John. The event was a delicious ice cream social, put on as a way to thank a few social media influencers who have really embraced the SaintAwesome hashtag and helped to promote the area on their social media accounts.
I was honoured to be one of the chosen guests.
The event was held at the beautiful and historic One Princess location: part Strong and Free shop and part Airbnb. The Airbnb suites are beautiful done and have incredible views of the Saint John Harbour and cityscape.
It was wonderful to meet the team at Discover Saint John. I so admire the work they do to bring our sweet little gem of a city to the world. They are all lovely people who are as passionate about this city as I am. I love that.
It was also great to meet other people in the community, some I’ve followed on social media for awhile. It’s a reminder that when social media is used correctly, it can bring communities together toward a common goal.
The party was perfect, with a huge spread of sundae toppings and the cutest cookies I’ve ever seen made by The Cooling Rack Cookie Co. We were gifted with our very own #SaintAwesome Ambassador t-shirts to proudly wear around town and were given a hint at some of the exciting events happening in the city this summer (it’s going to be amazing!).
I want to thank Discover Saint John to inviting me to be a #SaintAwesome Ambassador, it’s a label I will wear with pride. I believe that we have something truly special here in Saint John, and we should take every opportunity to share it with the world.
I know, I’ve been a bit MIA lately. Sometimes, you just need a little break, ya know?
It’s not that we haven’t been on some amazing adventures. And if you follow me on Instagram (link in sidebar), than you know that we’ve been to Parlee Brook Amphitheatre and Fundy National Park this winter, both amazing experiences. But it’s spring now, and with it comes some nicer temperatures for getting outside and exploring with a camera.
If you are not familiar with the IGers brand of Instagram accounts, it’s a worldwide network designed to bring amateur photographers together. They organize regular InstaMeets, where you can get together with other members of your community, take some photos and hopefully make a few friends along the way. We’re very lucky to have our own IGers account here in the city of Saint John, as they are not often given out to cities with a population of less than 100, 000. But co-moderator Monique Gionet wrote to Instagramers.com with an essay on why we deserve our own account. I don’t know what she said in that essay, but she won them over.
Yesterday, as part of Worldwide Instagram Meet #15, me and a few other Saint John IGers (@igerssaintjohn) took to the streets of old north end Saint John to spread some love and make some art.
It was such a fun experience. Talking to people I’ve only known online and who are as passionate about photography and this city as I am was wonderful. And there was so much to explore in the north end. Places I didn’t even know existed, like Victoria Square and Nicolle Community Centre. And the people we met on the streets were so friendly! From people shouting hello to us from second story windows, to people on the streets who stopped to chat, there is a real sense of community here. And I think people were happy to see that their often forgotten neighbourhood was getting a little bit of attention.
This neighbourhood has many challenges, that’s for certain. There were so many more boarded up buildings than I imagined there would be. But there’s so much potential here, if people would just take a closer look.
Here’s my photo exploration of Saint John North, as part of #wwim15:
I want to thank Monique and Bryn for organizing such a wonderful event. I can’t wait for the next meet!
If you’d like to see more photos from our meet and you’re on Instagram, search for the hashtag #wwim15sj.
In my last post, I implored the American people to kick Trump and his hateful rhetoric to the curb. So sure was I, that they would do the right thing, and do it decisively that I never even bothered to think what would happen if I was wrong.
And I was sooo wrong. I watched stunned, as so many across North America did, as Donald Trump became President of the United States. President. Of the United States.
Now, some Americans might wonder why Canadians care so much about the outcome of their election. It’s simple for all the reasons I stated in my previous post. What happens in the U.S. almost certainly will have impacts on the lives of Canadians, in direct and indirect ways.
Some people are calling Trump’s win Whitelash, or white supremacy’s last stand in America. And when I see how women and minorities are being targeted and assaulted post election, it’s hard to disagree with that. It’s like every hateful thought anyone has ever had has been validated and normalized. I’m afraid these behaviours will seep across our border, into our neck of the woods. We’ve fought so hard to become a more accepting and inclusive society, we must not step backwards. My Canada includes all races and cultures. My Canada is kind. My Canada supports all its citizens.
Sometimes it feels like Canada is an island of hope in a sea of hate and ignorance. Not that we don’t have racism and discrimination in this country, we most certainly do. But we decided during our last federal election what kind of country we wanted to be; one in which the persecuted of the world could escape to and be safe. We must be vigilant in protecting these ideals.
Experts say that white America feels threatened, like they are losing their country. And I’m sure there are people who feel that way here. But where did this idea come from? A place cannot be owned by any one group of people. It can’t be owned by anyone.
We belong to this place, this place doesn’t belong to us.
We are its stewards; its caretakers only. Canada doesn’t belong to us, and it never did.
As if Trump’s win this week wasn’t enough to send you over the edge, Leonard Cohen passed away, at the age of 82. The Canadian singer/songwriter/poet extraordinaire, who gave us such iconic classics as the much-covered Hallelujah, among so many others.
It’s a melancholy song that perfectly matches many of our feelings this past week. So much so, that SNL decided to have Kate MacKinnon open with it, in character as Hillary Clinton. It was a powerful and cathartic moment.
We can take some comfort from the last verse of the song, with its themes of resilience and hope for the future:
I did my best, it wasn’t much I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you And even though It all went wrong I’ll stand before the Lord of Song With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
Your 2016 election day is quickly approaching and we want you to know that no one is watching more closely from outside your borders than us Canadians. Most of us feel like we have a real stake in the outcome of this election. And that’s because we do. The economic well being of our two countries is inextricably linked. I’m no expert but I know that Canada relies heavily on our unique trade deals and the Maritimes, in particular, where I’m from, relies heavily on American tourism dollars.
But it’s not just about the money. We care about what happens to you. America is kind of like Canada’s mischievous brother, always getting into trouble wherever he goes and grabbing all the attention. Canada is like the good sibling: The one that causes no trouble, and sometimes feels overshadowed.
But we are family, none-the-less. With every tragedy that strikes within your borders, we grieve alongside you. Every mass shooting; every terrorist attack. We’ve watched, horrified, as the recent string of police shootings and their chaotic aftermath unfolded. Unable to look away but wanting to understand. Many of us feel frustrated, as we know you do too, because we know there is a better way.
But never have we been so confused as we have watching the events of this Presidential election unfold. How a dangerous, narcissistic asshat like Donald Trump even became the Republican nominee is incomprehensible to many of us. The epitome of negativity and chaos, Trump’s rhetoric is frighteningly close to that of another historical leader – you know who – the one who started a World War and tried to exterminate an entire population of people.
Don’t get us wrong. Canadians have had our share of troubles with elections that turn nasty. Our last federal election had its share of moments. We had to choose between some very opposing views. One anti-immigration and borderline racist, the other bright, sunny and all-inclusive. We had to decide what kind of country we wanted to be: One that reached out its hand to fellow global citizens in need, or pushed them away to protect ourselves from our own irrational fears.
But even Stephen Harper can’t hold a candle to Trump. His racist and sexist statements, his lack of respect for President Obama and the other candidates, and his complete inability to admit when he’s wrong, has been well documented and doesn’t even bear repeating. But perhaps his most frightening strategy of all is his attempt to instill distrust in the electoral system. The system is rigged he says, and he hasn’t decided whether he will indeed concede defeat, if (and hopefully when) that time comes. This is dangerous territory, indeed.
The only way to show the world what kind of country you truly want to be is to go to the polls on Tuesday and send a message that Trump’s kind of thinking will not be tolerated, and to do so in such a resounding way that even Trump will be forced to accept the results.
We believe that you will do what needs to be done.
We are your neighbours, friends and family. And if Trump wins, we’ll be here to welcome you, but we hope it doesn’t come to that. Your country is already great, and it could be even greater, but Trump is not the one to take you there.
We’ll be watching closely on Tuesday, and we’ll be sending all our love and positive vibes from the Great White North. So please, Make America Great Again, and send Trump packing. For all of our sakes.
As Canada Day 2016 approached and I was in my backyard practicing photography in the evening light, I started wondering about the maple leaf and how exactly it became the most widely recognized symbol of this country.
In 1834, at the inaugural meeting of the Societe Saint-Jean-Baptiste, Montreal’s first mayor, Jacques Viger, called the maple leaf, “The king of our forest;…the symbol of the Canadian people”.
After this, the maple leaf slowly became used more and more as a symbol of Canada. The golden leaf was often used to represent Ontario, and the green leaf was often used to represent Quebec.
It wasn’t until the maple leaf was incorporated into the national flag in 1965, that it was officially cemented as the central national symbol. The maple leaf represented on the national flag is a generic, stylized version, with 11 points and does not to represent any specific type of maple tree, of which 10 species grow naturally in Canada.
As I examined the trees around my neighbourhood, I saw several types of maple trees, including red, silver and Norway maple. I noticed that no two maple leaves were exactly alike. The choice of the maple leaf as a national symbol seems therefore rather appropriate, given our rich history as a country of immigrants. Just as no two maple leaves are the same, no two Canadians are the same, either. We are all as unique as the symbol that represents us.
Here is my photo exploration of the maple leaf, as a symbol of our Canadian culture.
The Smith’s are back from a whirlwind 6-day road trip of the western half of Nova Scotia!
What I love about vacationing at home is that it usually costs significantly less due to the decreased travel costs and you get to discover some really cool places in your own backyard that you might not have known were even there. In my case, I wanted to hit all the spots I’ve heard about and wanted to visit for years, but had just not gotten around to.
The first leg of our journey took us across the Bay of Fundy from Saint John, NB to Digby, NS. It was fun as neither me or my husband had ever traveled to or from Saint John by boat, and this offered a cool perspective of the city and the harbour.
The Fundy Rose is very well appointed and fast! We arrived in Digby is just under 2 hours.
Our first adventure in Nova Scotia was an overnight backpacking trip to Cape Split, a provincial park reserve that juts into the Bay of Fundy and features dramatic cliffs and incredible scenery. The drive was to the park was lovely and we stopped to take some photos at a lookout along the way.
When we arrived at the parking lot of Cape Split, our spirits fell a little to see it packed with cars – there were so many people! Undeterred, we set off with our backpacks, sure that many hikers would not be staying overnight and that we would soon have the place to ourselves. The hike is about 6km long and is easy to moderate with gentle uphill slopes. The trail is well marked; it would be very difficult to get lost along the way. It was extremely windy at the cliff edge when we arrived! I was afraid to get too close in case I lost my balance. It’s a long way down!
After setting up camp, we hiked down to a rocky beach where we sat on the rocks and took in the beauty of the Bay of Fundy. And our camping buddies got engaged! Congrats, Mahshid and Jason!
After spending a lovely evening on the cape, we parted ways with our friends who were heading back to Saint John and set out for Yarmouth. We were pretty tired after the backpacking trip and it was raining (a theme we would encounter for the rest of our trip) so we didn’t make many stops along the way. Once reaching Yarmouth, we had much-needed showers, strolled through the lovely Frost Park, had dinner and went back to the hotel to crash early.
The next morning after a quick breakfast in Yarmouth, we headed out to discover the South Shore. It’s a long but beautiful drive along this rugged coastline. We made a stop in Cape Sable Island to see The Hawk Beach, the most southerly point of Nova Scotia. The beach here is a stunning grey/white sand and is home to the tallest lighthouse in Nova Scotia, at 101 feet. The lighthouse is some distance from the beach so we couldn’t get up close but the stop was well worth it with the beautiful views it offers of the Atlantic Ocean.
By early afternoon we arrived at our next destination, Lunenburg, a picturesque port town and home to the Bluenose II. We quickly discovered that Lunenburg is a major tourist destination; the place was swarming with visitors, just like us, gawking at the brilliantly coloured buildings and snapping photos along the way. We were lucky that the sun decided to make a rare appearance, just as we were exploring the downtown area.
We quickly discovered Ironworks Distillery, a local company that makes spirits inside an former blacksmith’s shop. We sampled many of their delicious products and learned a little about the process, leaving with several bottles to take home. I would definitely recommend a stop here if you are in town.
We stayed the night at the Rum Runner Inn, a lovely spot right in downtown Lunenburg, which serves a gluten free fish and chips, so I was in heaven!
The next morning was gloomy and after a quick and delicious breakfast at The Savvy Sailor, we headed out for the small community of Blue Rocks, just a few moments from Lunenburg.
This might be my favourite place we saw along the way. It had true Maritime charm, even with the light drizzle and moody skies. This community is famous for the slate rocks that give it its ‘blue’ name.
After Blue Rocks, we headed for Halifax, where we visited with friends and did some shopping. We had a fantastic meal at The Bicycle Thief and did as much sight seeing on the waterfront as the rain would allow (not much, as it turned out).
The next morning we set out for my home county of Cumberland, stopping in Truro to check out Victoria Park. I had wanted to visit this park for some time, after seeing photos of the waterfalls and the daunting Jacob’s Ladder and it did not disappoint. I wish we’d had more time to explore more trails but we had to get on the road and the weather was pretty chilly (we’ll have to come back!).
The discoveries continued with my parents when we took a drive to the historic mining town of Londonderry. Once a bustling community of almost 5000 people, it’s now a collection of just a few homes. The town square is still well maintained though, where a few artifacts of the mine are preserved for visitors to see. It’s a reminder of what once was, and what is not likely to be again.
And that pretty much wrapped up our tour of the western half of Nova Scotia. We look forward to exploring the eastern half and Cape Breton later this year.
I would encourage everyone to be tourists at home, and to explore spaces in your own backyards. You never know what you might find.
It got me thinking about this concept. If there really is nothing new under the sun and we’re all destined to repeat the same tedious and mind-numbing cycles over and over again, why do we even bother?
Why do we get up in the morning? Why even step outside the door?
Why do we bother to travel and explore the world, if it’s all been seen before?
And that got me thinking about that Barenaked Ladies song, “It’s All Been Done”. Here it is, because I know you’re all singing it in your heads now:
I understand it can be frustrating, when you’re trying to be original and create something truly unique, only to find that it’s been done already. So, what’s a gal to do?
I say, do it anyway.
Whatever it is, it hasn’t been done by you. That story hasn’t been told by you. And so really, it hasn’t been told at all.
This is not permission to plagiarize someone else’s work, please do not misunderstand me. But we have to give ourselves permission to be creative, even in this exceedingly ‘it’s all been done’ time we live in.
Elizabeth Gilbert wrote a great book about living a creative life, called Big Magic. In it, she discusses the difference between originality and authenticity. She says, “These days, I’m far more moved by authenticity. Attempts at originality can often feel forced and precious, but authenticity has quiet resonance that never fails to stir me. Just say what you want to say, then, and say it will all your heart. Share whatever you are driven to share. If it’s authentic enough, believe me – it will feel original“. Smart lady.
The same concept applies when exploring the world. If it’s the first time you’ve been somewhere, explore it like you’re the first to set foot there. Because, to you, it is the first time and it feels the same anyway. I can tell you that the sense of wonder I feel when I hike a new forest path or visit a new-to-me place is not in the least diminished by the knowledge that thousands of people have been there before me.
So, let’s take the sage advice of the folks at The North Face and Never Stop Exploring.
Most of you will know by now that wildfire swept through Fort McMurray, Alberta yesterday, forcing the evacuation of the entire city. Many people escaped just in time and with only the clothes on their backs.
The fires within the city have been put out for now, but the wildfire still looms threateningly nearby. Some 1600 structures have been lost to the fire; entire neighbourhoods are gone.
I know I speak for many when I say that we grieve for you, Fort McMurray.
The Maritimes has always had strong ties to Alberta, and Fort Mac in particular. Every Maritimer has a family member or friend working in the area. We keep you in our thoughts; we pray for a speedy and safe resolution to this nightmare you find yourselves unable to wake up from.
If you would like to help, you can donate to the Canadian Red Cross Alberta Fires Appeal here or by texting ‘REDCROSS’ to 30333.
If you are still trying to locate family or friends in the area, you can contact the Red Cross, or Facebook has activated its safety check feature.
I wasn’t planning on writing another post about Saint John this week. But last night, something pretty special happened and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. What happened was that the folks at Third Space Gallery put on Third Shift, Saint John’s first (and hopefully not last) interactive outdoor art show.
Comprised of 17 exhibits from 29 artists and spread over the Trinity Royal District of Uptown, this event was all kinds of magic. When my husband and I arrived Uptown around 8pm, the event was in full swing and the streets were pulsing with people and excitement. The Saint John fog was thick and lent a air of mystery to the whole affair. There was a large crowd enjoying Acre Architects’ re-imagining of public spaces, The Park, which transformed Grannan Lane into a sparkling urban oasis, where only a street had existed before.
Another favourite of mine was I Love You More With Every Remembering by Amy Ash, which asked participants to write a love letter to a place they had left behind and pin them on strings located around Canterbury Car Park. The exhibit made excellent use of this property, currently undergoing construction. Picaroons’ was giving away free samples of their brews, soon to be sold in this very location. The entire property was aglow in red light and looked spectacular, even in it’s unfinished state.
Crossing the street, we played with the ingenious Light Graffiti exhibit by Kate MacDonald and checked out Photomatic:Travelling Tintype Studio by Karen Stentaford and Christie Lawrence. Venturing a little further up the street brought us to another magical exhibit, Field Recording by Jud Crandall, where bubbles were floating across Canterbury as an audio recording from a winter snowstorm earlier this year played. The effect was dreamlike.
And there were so many more wonderful exhibits. I don’t think we even saw them all. The event was an unequivocal success. It gave the people of Saint John, myself included, a chance to experience art in a totally new, inclusive way. It caused you fall even more in love with your city while at the same time seeing it in a whole new light. And I guess that’s the point of art, to push our consciousness to expand and develop. And Third Shift certainly succeeded.
I walked by Grannan Lane today and the grass is gone, but the magical feeling remains. And I think few who were Uptown last night will soon forget the experience. Thank you to all the organizers, artists, contributors and volunteers who made the event a night of art and magic to remember.