In the soft light of 7:30 am I played with this backlit, frosted bracelet and it glowed. I love how the coloured light came through the glass, onto the bleached wood of the railing.
Megan and Mark and I went to Cavendish Beach for a stroll, on Canada Day weekend. We're lucky, and we know it! Mark noticed this "location" for doing product photography. Mark's a film maker, so he's got a good eye. This was a small section of dune that had separated from the major dune. To me, it has a Grand Canyon look to it.
The beach is always my favorite place to photograph Happy Glass.
It looks like they're thanking the sun goddess but they're actually shaking out their swollen hands.
My beach buddy.
After a wonderful beach walk we came upon these kids, who's parents either don't care about the fragility of the dunes or can't read. I took loads of photos of these brothers sliding down the dunes, and a couple of photos of their parents,with their backs turned sheepishly towards me.
This car lightened my mood, when I got back to the parking lot!
Happy Canada Day Weekend to you!
The perfect winter day gives me "perma-grim". The perfect winter day has brilliant sunshine that reflects off of light, fresh snow. There is no wind, and branches and boughs are laden with snow. On this perfect winter day, I walked on the Farmlands Trail in the Dulvay region of the PEI National Park. Some adventurous sole had tramped down the path with snowshoes yesterday. The trail is narrow and winding, and in some parts it goes under a canopy of branches, alongside a pond, over a bridge and even through a meadow. I'd love to have a cabin snuggled back in the corner of that meadow. It is so peaceful, far enough from the roar of the ocean, even today. I like to imagine the forest animals congregating in the meadow on Christmas Eve.
The snow came from the east.
The meadow again
Next time, the Bubbling Springs Trail.
Catch of the Day
with a Sea Salad (below).
Flaunting "sea grass and ocean view" as I was exploring this inlet on Greenwich Beach.
My legs were being sandblasted by the sand-filled wind, so I did a little experiment. I laid this cluster on the beach and was planning to wait until it was buried. I was grinning in awe at how quickly it was disappearing and I got sand in my teeth! Enough of that! I wrapped my sarong around my legs and hightailed it to higher ground.
A texture on the beach made with of sea grass.
Mark enjoys beach-walking as much as I do.
Mark gave me a quick refresher on "depth of field" and showed me how to make better use of the features of my camera.
This makes me think of wild, wild west. Buttes against an Arizona sky.
A lonely ladybug .
Vanco Farms grows tulips of PEI. Their fields go right down to the water. It's just like a gigantic quilt.
Happy Dancing Lupins!
When we took Daniel and Brownyn to the ferry, Bronwyn noticed these poppies, so Mark and I went back to see them. WOW!
This is my favorite road on PEI. It is the Warburton Road. A heritage road. A clay road that is not well traveled, and is probably in about the same condition that it was 100 years ago.
A PEI puddle, on the Warburton Road. Chocolate milk, anyone?
Once, we had an apple fall through the sunroof of the old Tercel, on the Warburton Road.
Mark, through a holey maple leaf, on the Warburton Road.
Peace, on the Warburton Road.
The Happy Glass Studio in is the historic part of Charlottetown. When the delegates from the Maritime colonies and Upper and Lower Canada came to Charlottetown in 1864 to discuss the possibility of union, they got off their ships and walked in the mud up Great George Street to the Colonial Building. They talked and partied a lot and by 1867 the vast and diverse nation of Canada was born. The colony of Prince Edward Island joined the union in 1873. This is a statue of Sir John A. MacDonald. He was the delegate from Upper Canada and he became the first Prime Minister of Canada. Visitors love to have their photo taken with him. I've seen him wearing a toque, a scarf, and even holding a bottle of beer. I laughed out loud when I saw him being French kissed by a young francophone guy. I love to pat him on the shoulder and say "Good Morning Johnny".
In this photo he's having a "conversation" with my nephew Daniel.
I was puzzled by these glasses perched on top of the marquis at the Confederation Centre of the Arts. Turned out that "Buddy: The Buddy Holly Story" was gearing up to play at the Charlottetown Festival. I bought Buddy's Greatest Hits the next day and practiced up for weeks. I sat beside a stranger at the performance, and we sang out hearts out. It was wonderful! Thank you, kind sir, for not putting your fingers in your ears.
My young neighbour friend was pumping away on his swing, but stopped to show me his boots. Best boots EVER!
You know the Stomping Tom Connor's song, "Bud the Spud the guy from the Bright Red Mud"? This is what he's singing about.
I'd been waiting all winter for it to be warm enough to roll up the windows and let the music out. Phew, it was a long one.
Eckhart is the mouse in a story by Island writer David Weale. In "The Meaning of Crumbfest" Eckhart searches for the true meaning of Crumbfest. He wonders why, every year, there is an abundance of crumbs that fall from above. There are 9 statues of Eckhart around Olde Charlottetown, and a map with clues for finding them all. Every couple of weeks I go around to make sure that they are all in place. A snowplow took out one last winter and brazen bold ones take a few each year. I have maps at Happy Glass and I love sending people, especially families, out to search for Eckhart(s).
On the way home.
Iris, in the morning, and in the evening too.
These wooden kayaks drew quite a crowd. Someone asked if they were mine. In my happiest dream!
Is it blue, or purple, or heaven?
A fountain fairy!
The projecting sign!
Where's Happy Glass?!
Cruise Ship traffic in the Fall.
Doing a "180".
Rather tiny tug.
The "Crown Princess" holding court.
Lindsay Walker, from Walker Studios. Lindsay is a painter (of the fine art variety). His wife, Jeanette, is a master goldsmith, and my dear friend and mentor. I'll add a link when I figure out how.
A wagon-load of sunflowers to decorate the street for Fall Flavours.
MUST be PEI!!!
And then it snowed.
Mark, my beach walking buddy, and I were astounded by the changes in the profile of the west end of Cavendish Beach. The clay cliffs were undercut, which exposed previously buried sandstones that were dragged down onto the new beach,
and tossed up into the forest.
The footings of the trees were loosened, and the trees blew over,
beating back the forest,
The marram grass was washed down,
and a new shoreline was created.
This section of clay was still intact because it was too matted or cemented together with ancient debris. How old are those coniferous boughs?
This section used to be high above the beach. The Ocean's water has been displaced by all the sand and clay that was washed into it. Now it has to climb higher up the cliffs.
We called this a "clear cut". The wind and water eroded the dune to the point where there is now a clear path from the north side of the beach to the south.
This dune was amputated from it's structure. Now there are magnificent sandspits into New London Bay, the south side of the dunes.
Imagine the power that it took to move that much water, which moved that much sand!
These are the pilings that I used in the earring photos in the Artisan Collection. They used to be far away from the water's edge, even at high tide.
Previously I saw 3 sets of these pilings along the beach. 5 more sets have been revealed by Mother Nature. Imagine that!
Look how far they were from the water this summer. Extremes!
Erosion of the red clay cliffs exposed a new crop of beach rocks. Invaders from the kelp forest.
Do you see my reflection?
I almost always take an aerial shot. Very stiff in my hips and knees. Too many salhcows?
Pinks and greens. Very pretty.
Why does the shell look rusty?
Too many days being body rubbed with Island clay.
Looks like too much laundry detergent was added.
Many lobsters "washed ashore".
Happy beach boots!
Maybe a bit short for that wave.