Sisters
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Post-swim in the river, bathing suits on a line.
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Wild blueberry picking.
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Corner store buns | The Bungalow.
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Patio lanterns
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Cat-napping big Ben | Darling Lucy.
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Bucket of clams | digging down.
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Wading the tidal rivers at dawn to go clam digging.
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Handfuls of clams | Periwinkles on a salty rock.
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Piggy-backing
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Clam digging at low tide in the tidal inlet mud flats.
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Boating on the river | Summer style.
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Caution holding jellies | Ocean-bound jellyfish passing up river.
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Dockside bouy
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Sea frond fashion.
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Kayaking
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Splash down.
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Evening fishing
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Camping out.
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Cape Breton's numerous eagles | frozen mackerel to feed to the eagles.
×For Mary-Lou,
There is a heart in the Mira, a warmth that welcomes and spreads; family, friends and strangers enveloped alike, no one is left on the outside for long. It transcends time and place and touches us here in the far reaches of our city cradles. Even at such great distances we feel its pulse, as steady as the ever-lapping river tide over those familiar pebble shores.
Salt waters echo through river and thrum in our veins. A silent but ever-present summons, calling us home.
Mira River, Cape Breton.
A personal project for a dear friend.