Early morning driving east along the edge of the bay in town I happened on this glorious scene. I feel I have not done full justice to it as I only had my iPhone with me and no proper camera, but for all that I am quite pleased with the result.
I shared this image with the town’s community Facebook group and, to my surprise, I started getting enquiries about obtaining prints – in one case, someone was wondering even asking about a jigsaw made from the photo.
Anyway – I don’t do photography to make money (always open to offers, of course) so I set up an easy way for you to download FREE copies – maybe I thought someone here might be interested too? Head over to https://sparroworks.ca/product/baie-durfe-morning/ and have a look. All free other than some minor copyright restrictions about personal use only.
Kenauk again, and a few years ago. Early September – the sun was rising across the mist-shrouded lake. The disc was still hidden behind the trees on either side of a channel through to the main Lac Papineau and for just a couple of minutes this happened.
Parks Canada have a “thing” about placing a red Adirondack chair in national parks at suitable viewpoints. This one is at the back of the milkweed garden in Baie-D’Urfé … not quite a national park but relaxing for all that.
Milkweed nearest the camera, a line of golden rod and then spires of indian grass
This valley just north of Ardtornish on the (very) west coast of Scotland is a wonderful place to walk with deer, abandoned villages and Golden Eagles overhead. This view in particular strikes me as being very “Victorian” and I expected to see Buchan’s John Macnab in his tweeds coming towards me.
A few days ago we saw the passage through this area of what started down in the Carolinas as a Tropical Cyclone – bringing high winds and prolonged and torrential rain. The next day, a friend (professional French Hornist) was in the town bandstand rehearsing with colleagues. Added to our morning constitutional.
Fans of the Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy will be familiar with the lorry-driving rain god and his 92 words for types of rain constantly poured on his head by all the clouds that simply “wanted to water him”. This was the rain type known as heavy blatter.
For almost twenty years after arriving in Quebec J and I would rent a superior cabin at Kenauk for a week of fishing, eating, wandering and getting away from it all every September – there was no cell signal, no electricity, just us. Down the lake these two trees overlooked a prime fishing spot and the one on the right, every year, had an active osprey nest in it. Wonderful place.
This dates back to 2016 when we walked a long and beautiful trail on the west coast of Scotland to the site of one of the infamously “cleared” Highland villages. Down by the shore of loch where the cattle are there used to be a community – there are still the remnants of stone walls a couple of feet high to mark the spot.