Seaside in winter! What a glorious, freezing cold place to be. Our trip back in January to Nova Scotia feels like it was eons ago. It has been a real joy looking at those photos and putting them to canvas these past few weeks.
As per usual, I trail behind the BD on our trips. I'm always stopping to take photos or peer at something. His purpose was singular in this moment; to go and stand by the Atlantic and let its sounds and smells wash over him as he stood quietly observing.
We could hear the ocean when we got out of the car, which is pretty amazing because the wind was quite strong and the tide was out very far. The beach was encrusted in ice and we could see how high the water would be coming up later thanks to the ice encrusted metal stairway that lead down to the beach. It was too treacherous (and cold!) for walking on, so we snapped photos from where we could and tried to see if we could spot the tiny tides on the horizon.
The village of Peggy's Cove was pretty dark when we arrived just as the sun was sinking beneath the sea. We missed the best part of the sunset, but it the lighting was still good for a few minutes of picture taking. Some of the buildings along the cove were hard to spot between snow covered rocks and piled drifts. The dwindling light of early winter evenings bathes everything in a muted purplish-grey, washing out the bright colours of the some of the houses.
My fingers were cold and my phone had died (because it hates being cold) when we started leaving Peggy's Cove to make our way back to Dartmouth. We hadn't even driven two hundred feet before the BD pulled over to get a shot of some lobster traps gently bathed in the glow of streetlights, with that gorgeous sky as the backdrop. I loved this photo from the moment he showed me, and was very excited to commit it to canvas. It's probably my most colourful winter scene to date.