Usually I am up to my knees wading through frigid bog muck, or enduring impossibly long back country treks, fending off the fiercest wildlife, baking in hot sun or on the verge of hypothermia riding around drenched on my motorcycle. On any given day my life hangs by a thread.
By contrast, when I stopped in Coddle’s Harbour, I expended very little energy and took no risks.
My motorcycle is in storage until spring so I enjoyed the luxury of using our car. The first time I parked I walked a total of no more than 100 metres to take a few shots. Ditto the second time, and ditto the third. No savage shih tzu came to gnaw my ankle, there was no chance of getting wet, sun burned or of experiencing anything harmful whatsoever.
In total I was only there for fifteen minutes on an overcast day at less than prime photogenic time. Yet I obtained decent results. I don’t think I had ever checked Coddle’s Harbour Lane which goes a short distance off the highway to a secluded section of coastline.
I read a line not too long ago with regard to photography: Nobody cares how hard you work. This has stuck with me and I seldom make a point of saying what I actually go through to make certain shots since what is presented as a final image is the only thing a viewer sees. It really is all that matters. But I wonder if the opposite isn’t also true? Nobody wants to know if it was easy. I often suspect people assume it’s all easy (for me) so saying overtly that something was easy will seem redundant.
Okay, then maybe I should say it was easier or easiest?
Well, whatever, it wasn’t all that hard, risky, time consuming or technically complex to make the photos I’ve included here. Coddles Harbour is not Guysborough County’s Peggy’s Cove but it is, to my eye, a superb example of a small rural community that anyone with a camera will appreciate.
When the fishing boats are in the water and the lobster traps are on the piers most people will likely find it more appealing. I was happy to shoot with these things absent but it all depends on timing, you go with what’s in front of you.
After this brief stop I drove a little further to Seal Harbour where I parked the car and proceeded via my bicycle. The cycling post is here.










