This summer, I took flight and meandered my way along the east coast of Québec, through New Brunswick and Nova Scotia, and back to my little home in the Laurentians. And by take flight, I mean I packed my tiny red car with two dogs, a cast iron tea pot, lots of books, my trusty hiking boots, and drove off into the sunset. Or, rather, into the sunrise. There are times when moving somewhere, anywhere, jostles the stagnancy that immobilises the mind. And go somewhere, anywhere, is exactly what I did.
Here are a few photos from my trip, which I’ve finally sorted through. It only took a few months.
I also stopped quite frequently to scribble down some ideas and have a taste of my tobacco pipe. This picture was taken after wading alongside a coast for a short while, then climbing up on some rocks and settling down with some tea and a book.
Evening writing session, with my makeshift tea-warmer. It took me a very long time to light that fire (my matches were all completely drenched), but the warm earl grey tea was absolutely worth it.
Jasper belongs in a magazine.
The easternmost tip of Forillon National Park had some of the most beautiful forests. Jasper was happy to hunt all the little chipmunks in the area. We nearly missed a mother bear, porcupine, fox, and countless birds and smaller critters.
Most of these photos can be found on my online portfolio.