down the digby neck

And wasn't that a quick week - for me. It's hard to believe it's almost Saturday when I've been meaning to post these pictures from our jaunt last Saturday down to Annapolis Royal, Digby and Digby Neck.

Does Digby Neck sound funny to you? I don't know why, but it makes me think of Andrea Martin's line in the movie, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, "the man is the head, but the voman is the neck."

I realize that so many of you are not familiar with the layout of Nova Scotia so I thought this map would not only give you a better idea, but also show you the extent of our day trip from Kentville

 in Kings County down to the end of Digby Neck where one must catch the ferry if one wants to go any further.

This image is provided by farmersmarketreport.org


 

 

You can see by the larger map that Digby Neck is a peninsula that hangs off Digby County to the southwest like a tail.
image provided by boundlessline.com

 



 

 Well, I can't say that we were terribly impressed with the drive. Perhaps it was because of the unchanging landscape, so drab this time of year. Perhaps we just spent too much of the day in Annapolis Royal and were squeaking this part of the trip in because it was our original plan.

 

 

 I always seem to take pictures these days in case the right shot comes along

 



 

 Certainly Digby had its charm

 

 

 

 This tribute to Nova Scotia's beloved Maud Lewis was painted in her style on the side of the Digby information building.

 

 



 An amazing old barn along the way.
 

Looking across the channel at the charming coastal town of Tiverton.
From here we watched the ferry take a load of cars and their occupants across the diamond dappled water before turning homeward again, saving this crossing for another time.

 

 

In our desire to squeeze just one more thing into our day

 we turned into the amazing fishing wharf at Little River.

Well, maybe this building doesn't seem so amazing,

but there were so many fishhouses, each with their own personality,

that I was quite intrigued.

 

 It was late Saturday afternoon and the pier was deserted.

 

 

A local man drove to the end of one of the piers and started fishing. Immediately he caught a mackerel, and then another and another. No wonder there were so many seagulls waiting around. I'd never seen such a gathering of them. Unfortunately my camera didn't do justice to the quantities.

 

 

Across the inlet we saw eagles. This is low tide as you can see.



 

 

 Because of low tide, we had the vantage of seeing the seagulls fly

off the rocky bluffs, so beautiful in the evening light.

 

 

 

Please forgive my blurry shots; I was so happy to capture them in flight.

 

 

 

 such exquisite creatures 

 

 

 

 

Another lucky shot: a circle of seagulls!

 

 

 

 

And then it was time to go, past the long corridor of fishhouses

 where the fish are packed for shipping.

 

 

 

The setting of the sun behind the forest above cast the long shadows of evening.

 

 

 

This fisherman who's seen better times looks longlingly after us.

 

 

And now a trio of India ink and watercolour paintings I made on 4.25 x 9 inch watercolour paper.
 







 

Playing with washes and a "dirty" palette excites me for the colour possibilities.

 

 

 

I automatically "revert" to animals when I draw.

I try to get away from them, but after all these years, they are second nature to me.

 

There are new things I've been working on this week which I will show you next time.

 

 

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