Is something of its own. Is something to try if you think you might need it. Steeped in swipes and newsfeeds, it might take visits plural to fully enter into its lull and gear down. It is an escape though, when you’ve accepted its terms, that puzzling on the coffee table and following the arc…
Category: Canada
The House of Usher (2007)
A Day in North America’s Oldest Theatre The pants come first. It makes sense. Once the street slacks are off and the pressed blacks are on, you can see yourself in the role. The shirt is pleated vertically, seven folds on either side like pairs of cloth ribs. White plastic buttons run the middle though…
Halifax
What can I say about the hometown? It’s not really. I’m from Dartmouth, the undermentioned sibling across the harbour, the one that didn’t make the honor roll or the football team, I don’t know which. After the amalgamation in 1996, the municipalities of Halifax, Dartmouth, Bedford and Halifax County were dropped into a name-blender and…
Peggy’s Cove
Peggy’s Cove is roughed out on the eastern arm of St. Margaret’s Bay, route 333 on your GPS. The two-lane road from Halifax winds just enough to demand your attention. Hit it mid-afternoon and weigh the odds of getting tangled behind a screaming school bus. Maple. Kayak. B&B. We do take out. They’re a few…
Wharf Speed (2009)
Barque. Brigatine. Ketch. Sloop. Even a well-keeled head might rub the chin in query, but everyone knows a tall ship when they see one. July 16th marks a return visit of the tall ships to Nova Scotia, the eastern Canadian province that prods the Atlantic like a two-sided thumb. Return visit, it’s true. Whether four…
Hockey Comes Home (2009)
Penguins waddle across warm asphalt sidewalks, in groups, to some common destination. The younger ones stumble about with fresh bed-head. Others carry slogans on bristol-board bent and rolled and hockey sticks buffed clean for an autograph, hopefully. Bird after bird they’re on the move, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Emperor himself. In Cole…
Darth by the Sea
Crushing the Rebellion is a dark enterprise but just as much exhausting I suspect. Incompetent generals, poor throne-room lighting and regular humiliation at the hands of heroes with names like “Luke” and “Han.” Come on. Even a Sith Lord needs to take five. On this occasion, it’s via Maritime serenity along the Nova Scotian coastline….
Colin Moore 