The Calling

I had spent the weekend on the Nova Scotia side of the Bay of Fundy: home of the world's highest tides. I was tired and had some driving to do to get to my next destination, but I knew I would likely never be back here again. I needed some kind of photo to remind me of the magic that was here.

I had a Stop The Car moment unlike any I'd had before. It wasn't a moment of dazzle, it wasn't finally getting to the place I'd been aiming to see. I was on a dirt road, making my way to the highway, and drove over a bridge with a river running beneath, and there were the muddy banks that represented the ebbing and flowing of the incredible tides. It wasn't spectacular, but I thought it would suffice for my purposes, so I turned the car around to go back to a dirt driveway that ran a ways along the river. 

I got out, got my camera, and had walked only a few feet when I came upon this beauty:

There it was; someone's old boat, high and dry on the banks covered in the mud it had floated so easily over only hours before. It struck me as so very beautiful, I spent the full stop trying to capture just what it was that was so eye-catching about the scene.

I think it's what had been calling to my camera all along.