Ian Munroe

Ian is an amateur photographer, analyst, and alumni of Robert Morris University.

Currently employed by Confluence as a Regulatory Reporting Data Analyst, it is Ian's job to help ensure client data is clean and orderly to report to regulators.

Formerly employed by the RMU's School of Business, Ian's goal was to improve their social media program and bring more awareness to their AACSB accredited program. This was accomplished through Facebook, LinkedIn, Twitter, and Blogs. 

The Gallery features a selection of photos from my portfolio. An archive of select photos are stored on my Flickr page.

Nova Scotia Days 2 thru 8, and Final Thoughts.

Well, I was writing a blog that I accidentally closed. Crap. So let's try this again.  Heh, I feel like an idiot now. Ah well, let's start with Halifax and then I'll get to the other places I visited and my final thoughts. Basically this is my travel write-up of my experiences I had while photographed Adam and Jessica's (my awesome Canadian friends) wedding. An American (Idiot) Abroad.

Halifax, I can't really describe it like any other city I've been to. It has a suburbian feel to it. The town is well developed and is constantly growing, but it's not getting to big for its britches. The food is awesome, the people are great, and the views are amazing. Point Pleasant Park had amazing trails and the (I can't believe I'm saying this) awesomest views. Dogs were off their leads in most of the areas and they weren't attacking one another and just enjoying the crisp. And boy, was the weather crisp. I never got hot, and I never got cold, I was in a Goldilocks scenario. The Citadel provided the best view of the city and the bridges and it's like the feeling you get from the view of Pittsburgh from Mount Washington, but it's all around you.

Next on the path of adventure was Parrsboro.  It's small town Canada, mom-and-pop shops, all the food you eat at a restaurant is grown in the backyard of the shop, and smell of the bay permeates every single bit of the town. The day we went to Parrsboro, the sky was gray and if you were in America you'd think at any moment the sky would open up and the heavens would fall, but it doesn't quite work here. The gray sky only spit on us as we sat on the beach and watched the Bay of Fundy reclaim what was rightfully his.
When you're in Parrsboro, you get the feeling you want to buy a vacation home here and never leave, but when you do have to leave you get this feeling of dread that you have to return to reality and be a functional member of society again. Then you realize this is what you work for when you wanna get away from it all and all is right again with the world. You just get so relaxed, you hear the waves of the bay crash into the pier and the beach and you decompress. It's one of the best feelings you can have.

Then we have Peggy's Cove. If your life isn't altered by the time you've experienced Halifax and the outlaying areas, then Peggy's Cove will change it all for you. The Atlantic has mystical powers that I can't understand and refuse to understand, some things are just left better unknown. The sound of the Atlantic just stick with you for a few hours after you have left, and you can close your eyes and still see the waves crash into the weathered boulders that line the beach. The images just live inside of you.

After Peggy's Cove, we headed back to Halifax to get ready for Adam and Jessica's wedding and once we were done getting ready we headed to the Annapolis Valley. My ancestors settled in the Annapolis Valley in the 1750s after their involvement in the Seven Years War (The French-Indian War for us Americans) and received 2000 acres of land by the Crown for their services. My family remained there until some moved slightly west and then immigrated to America in the early 20th century. Seeing the valley as we were driving to their wedding location, I was taken back by the colors of everything, the greenest greens, the bluest blues and even the grayest grays, such rich and vibrant color.
I annoyed Adam and Jessica with how awesome everything was, but it got really bad during this two day leg of our journey because I kept asking why my family would leave such a beautiful place. Short of being forced out of the country, I can't understand why. The valley is littered with farms of various crops and apple orchards, and it made me wonder if my family was involved in some way with the orchard business or still are in some capacity. Doing research on your linage is a bit of a, no that's not right, a deep and vast rabbit hole.

The wedding itself was a beautiful ceremony, and it gave me some ideas for my own this December. It was one of the few weddings I've been to where it was a smooth and fluid ceremony. The only chaotic moment where the caterer got the times wrong and showed up about 15 minutes late. The speeches were amazing, the Bride and the Groom looked amazing (read that as tired but amazing).

The last stops on my eight day whirlwind adventure in Canadaland was at some overlooks of the Annapolis Valley and at Halls Harbour. I tasted some fine Nova Scotian lobster and clams, which were equally amazing. I wish I could stay I was enthusiastic about my trip to Halls Harbour but there was some anxiety about it. I wasn't scared for my trip back to Pittsburgh, I was excited don't get me wrong. It's that feeling you get on a vacation where you fall completely in love with a place, but you know can't stay and you want to.

And now this is where I wrap it up in a tight little bow as I sit at gate F85 at Toronto-Pearson Int'l Airport.

I will be back, and I will get more family research done. I miss the friends I have made, and I want to show my love bride everything I have seen. If I can get a vacation home here at some point in my future, I will. There is a lot more in Nova Scotia I want to see, and people I want to meet. I have thousands of pictures to go through and hundreds more to post.  Until then, admire in these photos. If you're able to go to Nova Scotia, please do, you will not be disappointed.


Don't be afraid to contact me, after all, what's the worse that could happen? I don't reply. The world won't end, I promise.