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My breakfast this morning. Belgium Waffles, bacon and V8 Fusion. Just practicing some photography skills. BTW It was DELICIOUS!!!
Winter in a summer town can sure get sleepy. Digby relies heavily on tourist traffic, even when it's just folks from elsewhere in the province. We're all less likely to walk these streets when a chill blows up our backs. Commercial spaces in rural villages face an almost breathless turnover, if those who own them are even lucky enough to find new tenants. Used to be that landlords on a downtown street really had it made. Now, vacant storefronts are a common occurrence, and with every closing, a desperate rush to fill them again commences. On the upside, lower rent allows for as wider array of random notions — so you find a lot of businesses opening that otherwise wouldn't. When I ran my art gallery over in Bridgetown, I paid just $100/month. Enough to make me wish I could've lived there. The near-total lack of overhead meant that I could easily fail upwards. Took eight months to make my first sale, and turning a profit took three years. But at least it didn't cost much to try.
In view here is one shop I'm really rooting to survive. The lovely little Sea Biscuit Café, for my money the best of its kind in Digby County. As a lunch spot only, it's long gone dark with twilight falling. I'm among the last of the foot traffic, and cars come sporadic as night falls easy on a town with not much nightlife. That doesn't bother me one bit. I make my own amusements in the blue and easy gloom. Gentle as I carry on through the end of a midwinter melt. The busy buzz of summer is about as far away as it gets, and by the time that strangers start to fill this street from all over — I'll be anywhere else but here. The draw for me is when darkness wrestles restless to the ground. For these whispering hours of wondering strangers who either notice me or not in the shadows. I'm one with all that's unseen.
January 14, 2026
Digby, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6639 of my daily journal.
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Yeah, finding a lone sandal on top of an electric box, itself placed seemingly without any reason, is pretty random.
Victor Brombert - Stendhal: Fiction and the Themes of Freedom
Random House, 1968
Cover design by Peter Good
Just now, I was browsing through a bunch of shots I took at the Random Passage film site summer of 2011, and wondered why I hadn't processed more of them. The answer is: they don't look real. With most of the buildings, it's quite clear that, though they might be fairly accurate in reflecting the times, it is also clear that they were never "lived in" - fireplaces with no soot... everything just too clean. Of all the shots I have of the insides of the buildings, this one probably hides this fact the best.