New Brunswick is slowly dying. It's not for a lack of industry, resources or even tourism, but I firmly believe it's from generations of people accepting that the powers in place are unshakeable and that the monopoly that so firmly owns this province is an unstoppable Juggernaut. People look at me with surprise when I tell them that I moved East to find work, as if this place had nothing to offer.
This province is plagued by old money, old families, old ideas and stubborn people who think that their place in society is inevitable, and don't see the use in travelling to other lands to learn other ways of doing things.
The largest company in New Brunswick, which owns all oil, gas, forestry and lumber also owns every single english news publication and lives off-shore in a tax-free haven. Sometimes I look around at what goes on and think, "am I the only one who sees what's happening here?" ...as if someone from Alberta would have any clue about the Maritimes.
"We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine... and the machine is bleeding to death."
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2 days and 2 nights of photographing. Locations visited included an elementary school, shopping centre, carpentry and engineering shop, roadside motel and bar and some small houses along the way.
It's been over two years since I moved out here, and I am finally getting more comfortable in my career and getting to know my surroundings enough to venture out and explore more. I am a bit ashamed to say that this was the first multi-day solo exploration trip I've done since I moved out here.
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