From Kazabazua to Nova Scotia

 

Picking blueberries has always been something we did in the summer. My first memories are from when I was a young girl and spending summer vacations at my aunt's cottage in Kazabazua, Quebec.

 

Left photo: Me (bottom row left), my sister (second from the right) with brothers and cousins.

Top right photo: Me with my Dad / Bottom right photo: Me with my brother Guy

 

 

I can't really say that I particularly liked picking blueberries when I was a kid, but looking back now, the memories that I have of those days are some of the most cherished ones. So now, years later and 1,500 kilometers away I  go and pick blueberries in the fields around my home on Cape Breton Island. Every summer, my younger sister Julie (with her awesome kids) spends her vacation here with me where we pick blueberries and we remember when life was simple. Maybe that's why these days, I don't mind the time spent in a field of blueberries... 

 

Dear Photograph

Dear Photograph,

Back in the days when the lawn didn’t get mowed and time was moving slowly, we would just sit in the tall grass, full of clover enjoying the Nova Scotia breeze. Fifty years later, that same young lad is now mowing the same lawn that once brought him and I so much pleasure, just from sitting there, relaxed and carefree, among all the clover.

My "picture of a picture of the past in the present" was selected on July 8, 2012. You can check it out, among all the other archived pictures on the Dear Photograph website: http://dearphotograph.com/
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