Wandering Through Nova Scotia – A Photographer’s Escape

Some places shift your pace without asking. Nova Scotia was like that. Quietly powerful. Wild in all the right ways.

I came out here to film—but whenever I had a spare moment, I grabbed my camera and followed the road, the weather, and my gut. Those unscripted moments turned out to be some of the most meaningful.

One evening in the small village of Indian Harbour, I stopped to say hello to a man outside his home. That simple hello turned into an unexpected highlight. His name was Peter, and before I knew it, I was walking through his property, listening to stories of Everest, Malmö, hurricanes, and the joy of life well-lived. I took a few portraits—quiet shots of a man entirely at home in his world. I’ll remember that evening long after the photos fade.

The Cabot Trail was cinematic. Storm clouds raced the sun, cliffs met the sea in dramatic sweeps, and a moose stepped into view like it had read the light just right. Some hikes were misty and moody. Others gave way to open skies and endless overlooks. I stopped often—not because I had to, but because I wanted to.

Mornings were my favorite. Fog settling over the hills. Bald eagles gliding past like old ghosts. The kind of light that makes you stand still before you even lift the camera.

These weren’t photos I planned. They were photos I found.

Until next time,

–Garrison