The Road to Fisherman's HarbourYou won't find Fisherman's Harbour on most maps, but it is there in eastern Nova Scotia, at 45.11°N, 61.69°W, a tiny hamlet nestled away in the fog on the shores of the Atlantic. There is no cable television service in Fisherman's Harbour. No movie theatre, no parking garage, no pizza delivery, no bus terminal, no public library, no mega-mall, no mini-mall. There is no McDonald's here. The milkman delivers fresh milk to the door every week, and the nearest supermarket is 90 km away in Antigonish. The local newspaper prints surprisingly conservative rhetoric for an otherwise moderate community. A walk along the shore is filled with the sights and sounds of untamed nature. I hear the ocean waves pound unrelentingly on the rocky shore, the seagulls screaming overhead, a brisk wind rifling through the treetops. The local population of deer and porcupine is as likely to meander through the woods as to visit the backyard. This is a place of beauty, serenity, tranquility. This is the road to Fisherman's Harbour. March-April 2005All images © 2005 Sassan Sanei
February 2004All images © 2004 Sassan Sanei
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