Around January 13th, I had received a couple of tips from people that there will be an attempt to shut down the Nova Scotia/New Brunswick border on the TransCanada Highway again. I didn’t hear much more on this other than the initial words. Fast forward to January 19th, I found out more about a plan
Peggys Cove lighthouse features one of the most iconic lighthouses of the Maritimes, therefore as someone who loves lighthouses it is with little doubt I would love frequenting the small fishing community. When I launched my jigsaw puzzles, I was asked numerous times on why I would select Prospect Harbour over Peggy’s Cove. At the
A lobster pound that was a highlight of the 2020 Nova Scotia lobster dispute has burnt down with only the shell remaining. When tensions were at their highest during the 2020 lobster dispute, I would visit this plant once every couple of hours to make sure I wasn’t missing anything. The plant was well protected
The Journey I was in Grand Falls, New Brunswick getting ready to chase a lightning storm when I had an email exchange about covering the Sipekne’katik First Nations launching their own fishery for Reuters. I had 36 hours to make it from the far Western Maritimes to one of the Southern tips of the Maritimes.
This day was to consist of me heading out onto the water with an indigenous lobster fishing boat. The day before I spoke with a couple of fishermen about the possibility of going out. I arrived at the harbor where I was invited out by a couple of people from another boat. Having gone out
The first thing you hear is sirens. Is it the fire department? Ambulance? Police? You are a bit drowsy since you are waking up in the middle of the night. It is the fire department driving by with their sirens on. You hear one, two, three go by. At this point, I was kinda awake.
I spent the first night in Saulnierville, waking up every hour on the hour to make sure I didn’t miss anything. A lot of the content of the late-night protests were coming from amateur video and I wanted to make sure I captured it, if it was to happen. It was now Sunday. At this
I had been watching the lobster fishing dispute for some time. There was plenty of content being shared online by Mi’kmaw people as well as some in support of the commercial fishermen. This allowed me to get a real sense of what was going on. My first assignment came in when the West Pubnico lobster