Nova Scotia Journal
Filed Under international travel
A little sand from the beach, a pocket of coins, a clump of moss… it is the little ordinary objects I come in contact with on my journeys that seem to find themselves returning home with me. These relics become physical connections to memories made on my trip. A vial of sand from Pleasant Bay, Nova Scotia reminds me of strolling along the beach, sharing the misty morning with a flock of seagulls. A pocket of coins instantly reminds me of a short conversation with a local while standing in line at a market. Or the friendly waitress who told me, without any sense of showing indifference towards me, that Canada doesn’t use $1 and $2 bills but rather coins. Or the beautiful moss I plucked from the forest where I had a magical encounter with a moose.
Then there is my journal. I consider my travel journals the most precious relic from my trip, capturing the moments better than my photography or any other object I find on my travels. I didn’t find a lot of time to journal on this trip, but when I did, I scribbled as much details as I could remember. Here are a few scans from my Nova Scotia journal:
