Continuing with my self inflicted chore/labour of love of choosing my top shots from each day’s shoot to make a ‘highlight reel,’ I selected these from the remaining days in October. So this would make Part 4 of the Back To The Garden series if you’re still keeping count. Continue reading
Having become totally enchanted with Mariner’s Cove and our favorite beach, Shangri La, once we regained access, and exploring elsewhere on the coast in completely new areas, I suddenly realized we hadn’t visited our old favorite haunt at Sleepy Head in over a month!
Back we went on an incredible Fall day in October. I took a few photos. I think some are ok.
Come along with me and George and enjoy our extended excursion to this lovely location while listening to one of the finest displays of instrumental virtuosity ever recorded. (IMHO) Continue reading
By August 14 I was really getting going with the new photography thing and committed myself to taking a lot of different pictures studying various aspects of the low tide reef which caught my eye. Patterns and textures in the sand, the sea grasses and seaweed, scores of sparkling jellyfish spread on the water’s edge, the ripples and reflections in the tide pools, tiny waves breaking along the edges, the cobblestones that make up both the reef and the huge berm on the shore, and the wetlands hemmed in behind that as well as a variety of location shots to show the layout. Continue reading
Right below Astaak Point—site of our future home, the drumlin point you’ll see often in the following series of videos—on the eastern side, is a tiny little perfect cove formed by a long curving reef. I called it Winnebagos until I found out the official name was Sleepy Head. Perhaps my favorite place name ever.
For about a month before we regained access to Shangri La, we took a lot of long walks there and I took a lot of photos of it’s many moods, components, colors, and textures. This is a compilation of select shots from several of those visits during August 2014. (The August 17 shoot features the famed interpretive dance by George called I See Birds which he improvised on the spot.) Continue reading