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A PHOTO DIARY BY ROBERT & AMBER SKYE MORRISEY

We started this journey called Lost Swell in Vancouver in the autumn of 2008.  It is hard to imagine how different things were even then - almost everyone had photo blogs and Instagram wasn't due to arrive for another 2 years.  This is how we documented our lives.  

The original idea was to pay close attention to three major elements that we like to immerse ourselves in - living by the sea, living awareness of our history, living authentically.  In doing so our journey has become more fluid and has taken us to summertime in Toronto, winters in St. John's, Charlottetown, Saint John, and two stays in Halifax.  

Nova Scotia is where we call home - for now.  

 

 

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Late Autumn Afternoon

Robert Morrisey

I'll admit I haven't done one of these posts in a long time.  I love offering little glimpses of our home and where we live.  You probably have figured that I don't tell too much - I prefer that the photos make the dialogue.  Yet, with another year of Lost Swell there is always room for change! 

Our little organic avocado tree is really growing.  I didn't have much hope for it but it seems to be really coming along! 

Our little organic avocado tree is really growing.  I didn't have much hope for it but it seems to be really coming along! 

Our neighbour, Speedy, has been pretty quiet since August.  Today it is 13 degrees celsius and he has been belting out the blues.  He's quite a talented singer and I actually missed hearing his voice.  

Our neighbour, Speedy, has been pretty quiet since August.  Today it is 13 degrees celsius and he has been belting out the blues.  He's quite a talented singer and I actually missed hearing his voice.  

Well, the garbage truck is really late & that is worrying.  Apparently a very powerful Nor'easter will be ripping through town and I've already had to collect garbage strewn across the street today. 

Well, the garbage truck is really late & that is worrying.  Apparently a very powerful Nor'easter will be ripping through town and I've already had to collect garbage strewn across the street today. 

So two things are happening here:  I miss our downstairs neighbour's beautiful summer patio (their table collapsed in a storm and it just hasn't been the same since).  And, there is a tree in our little garden out back dedicated to the memory of the wife of the previous owner.  Her name was Pauline & she "Passed Away Feb 27 2002 Wed".

So two things are happening here:  I miss our downstairs neighbour's beautiful summer patio (their table collapsed in a storm and it just hasn't been the same since).  And, there is a tree in our little garden out back dedicated to the memory of the wife of the previous owner.  Her name was Pauline & she "Passed Away Feb 27 2002 Wed".

Sometimes you just have to stop & admire a pretty clawfoot tub & lovely windowsill.  I often take it for granted but I adore this bathroom. If we ever own a house it'll be similar. 

Sometimes you just have to stop & admire a pretty clawfoot tub & lovely windowsill.  I often take it for granted but I adore this bathroom. If we ever own a house it'll be similar. 

Sunrise to Sunset

Robert Morrisey

There is probably no better way to celebrate 6 years of Lost Swell than going on a road-trip from Halifax to Montreal.  The reason was for an epic Damien Rice concert at the Metropolis.  He was on stage for nearly 3 hours with no band & only a couple of flood lights - playing on a battered up acoustic guitar that we are pretty sure that we saw him use 7 years ago in Marlay Park, Dublin. Read this amazing & poignant review of the show (keep in mind that I was the lone voice that requested Amber's favourite song "Trusty & True").  

Before we lived in Dublin & watched Damien Rice perform at Marlay Park, and long before Lost Swell started in Halifax in November 2008 - we lived in Montreal for a short while.  In the early years of our relationship we flew by the seat of our pants and hopped on a Greyhound near the start of spring and moved across the country with two suitcases and the clothes on our back.  We needed to live somewhere real, & authentic, and we needed to escape a bubble we are in.  

We found a beautiful apartment in the Jewish quarter of Outremont - rent is fairly cheap there (& probably still is) and so we moved in.  6116 Ave DuRocher to be exact. We slept on the floor, mourned the loss of our hard-drive (with all of our music, memories, pictures, etc), drank cheap wine from local epiceries, and settled in to a strange & very unfamiliar city.  I couldn't speak a word of French but I landed a minimum wage job as a barista at a cafe in the Plateau - the owners told me 'just do what you & make fancy lattes.  Don't worry about speaking to anyone.'  Amber worked as an accountant for a collection agency in Laval.  We both took the Metro to work every day.  We both worked opposite schedules.  Money was so tight.  We felt lonely & alienated (I couldn't speak French but luckily Amber was semi-fluent).  

One warm spring evening we sat on the front steps of our apartment building, watching the sunset & the Jewish children playing & laughing in the streets - housewives sweeping their steps & a group of Rabbis walking briskly down the street.   We drank beer and talked about our life together so far.  We made a promise that somehow we would keep going east & in 5 years we'd be living in the Maritimes.  

Well, that dream came true.  Being in Montreal for 2 days really stirred up old feelings on how we used to be.  I have so much sympathy for us then, remembering how confused we were learning how everything worked.  I remember some of the easiest things in life could be the most challenging.  It's hard to believe how we ended up.  Moving to Montreal pushed us into a beautiful adventure and we landed on our feet every-time.  The amount of memories we carry from place to place is unreal.  

Well here we are again!  6 years to the day that we left Vancouver and moved to Halifax. Last night we were driving from Fredericton to Moncton with the sunset on our backs - the forests & hills looked like patchwork tweed with stunning hues of red, purple, & blue in the sky.  We felt overjoyed that we were coming home even from such a short trip.  We know in our hearts that Nova Scotia & Atlantic Canada is home... it has always been home.  Slainte. 

Oh, birthdays!

Robert Morrisey

It was a low key one this year.  In case you weren't aware... the brunt of our celebrating will be done in Montreal this year.  We have two tickets to Damien Rice, a car rental, and a cheap hotel in the Latin Quarter - should make for a very interesting post!  We set out on November 20th & will be returning on the 24th.  It's going to be a bit painful leaving such a beautiful city behind... what else do we have to look forward to out here?  Winter?  

Yesterday I celebrated my 35th birthday.  We spent the day in town as we both have been incapacitated with a brutal cold/flu.  I look forward to our future posts... We lived in Montreal awhile ago and it will be nice to see our old haunts.