Today, I set out with my camera in search of the vibrant hues of fall. My destination was Bridgewater and the surrounding southern region of the province, a place I’ve visited before and remembered fondly for its scenic charm. Specifically, I had a park in mind—one that traces the banks of the LaHave River. The memory of it lingered as a peaceful spot, perfect for a day of photography and reflection.

Unfortunately, the fall colors hadn’t quite taken hold yet. The leaves clung stubbornly to their summer greens, with only a few hints of gold and crimson teasing the transformation to come. It was a little disappointing not to find the dazzling palette I had hoped for, but the day held its own rewards.

The sun was warm and inviting, and the quiet moments by the river were a balm for the soul. While the trees might not have delivered their seasonal spectacle, the park was alive with another kind of beauty: birds. I turned my focus to capturing their movements, their songs, and the way they interacted with their surroundings. It was an exercise in patience and observation—a reminder that photography isn’t just about what you hope to find, but also about appreciating what’s already there.

By the time I packed up and left, I felt refreshed and content. The day hadn’t gone as planned, but sometimes that’s the point of exploring. You set out looking for one thing and find another—and often, what you discover is just as valuable. I’ll be back to Bridgewater soon, hoping for those vibrant fall colors, but until then, I’ll cherish the simple joy of a sunny day spent by the river.