Cavendish Beach

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!

perfect winter day

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

The meadow again

Next time, the Bubbling Springs Trail.

last summer on the beach

Did someone lose a mustache?

Catch of the Day

Lasagna (above)

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.

A nature-made sundials.

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 .

last summer on the Island

On Sundays, Mark and I explore the Island. We travel on heritage roads and I take photos. We also stop to eat.

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.

iridescent bubbles and seafoam

The beach has been churning for days now, and creatures have been washed ashore.

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".

Rippled seaglass.

Happy beach boots!

Maybe a bit short for that wave.