Friday, 21 July 2017

afternoon at second peninsula park


Good Friday Mornin' to yeh!
Yes, after preparing all these photos of our trip to Second Peninsula Park, I'm a little potty from reliving the experience, not to mention computer weary. But it is so worth it.
I hope you enjoy the ride.

Starting with this funky sign, we  knew we had gone too far.
Lunenburg is only 10 kilometres (that's 6 miles) from Mahone Bay and the road we were looking for is not signed on the Mahone Bay side from which we'd come- just to make life interesting.


So we turned around and soon found First Peninsula Road that let us know Second Peninsula would soon show up. We made our turn and followed a winding road along this peaceful inlet.

This shoreline was so much like our old haunts in Muskoka, Ontario,
a somewhat tamed wild beauty we'd come to love.

I asked Wally to turn around so that I could capture this Raven in a quintessentially northern setting.

There was a LOT of loud screaming going on between it and another one or two hidden from sight,
not far from someone's home. Yikes! That'll spoil the mood.

We carried on around quiet bays

Though many water-edged properties are owned by wealthy people,
it charms me to see these humble old time properties.

another private dock and the road continues its scenic curves

a moored sailboat
Though this is a saltwater inlet, it' rolling hills, spruce, birch and white pine
truly reminds me of Muskoka or Haliburton at least.

a peaceful scene across the water

driving around another little bay

coming into the manicured park, discreetly signed park

With sentimental memories, we find our picnic bench of two years ago,
unoccupied at the end of the steep trail down to the shore

We have a neighbour this time, ensconced in her book, so we speak in hushed tones.
Beyond is a small Inukshuk, the appropriated (and ironic) Inuit message "we were here".
Beyond that, someone swimming, and then the sailboats.

Thankfully there was only one motorboat that went by. When I remarked on how quiet it was, Wally explained to me that it had an inboard motor unlike the outboard motorboats that spoiled so many visits to the lakes years past in Muskoka. (Those days had passed by the time we left five years ago due to a failing economy and higher taxes for those living on the lakes.)

It was, in fact, exquisitely quiet where we planted ourselves and we had our lunch. Wally thought to bring an organic apple/cranberry juice to mix with Perrier which was deliciously decadent.

Afterwards we took out our watercolour pads and palettes and set to work playing,
with this exquisite scene to rest our eyes on
.
This is the life

for some people

Two Ships in the Night
Oops, I mean
Two Boats in the Light

closer

We watched a sailboat motor in to its little motorboat, the second mate reaching for its line.
They took the little boat to the public dock where their truck was waiting. That's 3 motors for their afternoon holiday. That struck me as odd somehow.

Look what I found in the woods behind us! An honest to goodness Toadstool!

Mr. Snail close by

one of a few clamshells left behind by a seagull I'm guessing

over my shoulder the rock and windblown trees

down the Shore with the ocean proper not nearly in sight

the dock beyond where those sailboaters left from

two moss adorned trees, spruce I think, a little worse for wear.
Wally informs me it is lichen that hangs from the branches, not moss.

Their roots exposed where the soil has eroded, they stretch out for yards on either side.

more roots amid the growth of sea plants

With the tide out, little seaweeds cling to their moorings.

The tide gently laps its way out

so gently that you can see a good way into the clear water

As it comes in, it gently ripples, swaying the hinged seaweed with it.

It's good to see Wally unwind, here with his watercolour seascape that he splashed with seawater to see if the salt would make a difference. (It didn't.)

Squinting in the sun, I didn't wander too far from our "home base" as the shore was so rocky and I have a huge respect for rock against bone.

squinty, happy me

While still holding the camera, Wally took his traditional One Shot a Year.

Come Again
sometime

And just because...

I could have shown you earlier as they were made a week ago when I was still floundering.
I figured I owed myself a play date.

I brushed some of my new Jane Davenport acrylic paints into sections on the page and filled each coloured box with a different something or other.

It really amounts to doodling with paint. A matte acrylic is very compatible with paint pens and ink as you can see.

I learned from my squirrel picture, that I showed you yesterday, 
that a little white paint pen can take a picture out of the doldrums.

Thanks again for coming along with me. My day trip pictures will need one more installment.
But I think, for now, we've earned a rest.

kindness first


Thursday, 20 July 2017

houses of Mahone Bay part two- outskirts



What an odd week I'm having. The "lazy, crazy, hazy days of summer" do that to me, and I slow down to a crawl. Stuff gets done, but more drawn out somehow. I really should have posted yesterday as I haven't even reached our destination yet- Second Peninsula. Here, in the meantime, are more of the quaint old houses of dear old Nova Scotia.

You want day lilies? Flying the Canadian flag to the left and that of Nova Scotia to the right, 
this house was built in the 1920's judging from its style with a wrap around verandah for shaded summer living. Glorious!

This simple house with its outstanding shed dormer has added character with its old stone path, perennial gardens and, of course, that orange door.

This little honey with its steadfast symmetry has a froggy charm- so much character.

Unusually large, I'm guessing that the back is a more recent addition. With porches on each level but the top, it looks like a house made for big family living.

Just outside of town, this quaint, refurbished fisherman's cottage lays on a narrow strip between the road and the ocean, its gardens extending to either side.

Clearly, people are anxious to live here and the modern renovations can be quite extensive.

But then you find an old charmer like this with nothing but the windows and doors updated.

Now we are more rural as we can see by the pasture to the left. The road from Mahone Bay to Lunenburg is only 10 kilometres (a little over 6 miles). Clearly some people love their privacy.

It's rare to find a coastal town as level as Mahone Bay, but here on the outskirts, the hills can get pretty steep. This old pyramid roof home, similar to ours but so much more gracious with its open porch, has stepped front lawns for easier management. It appears to have a back addition making it a rather grand home, set so high and clearly well-maintained.

This house almost appears to have had and earthen platform made for it to perch so precariously on yet another stepped hill. To keep folks from driving on the new driveway, what else? A lobster trap.

Here's a sweetie with a side addition.

This is what I like to call a captain's house though, of course, I have no idea who it was built or originally. I'm pretty sure, however, that it was built in the 1800's

I will wind up here at this barn shaped house with its shed dormer and symmetrical windows.
I love a side approach driveway that leaves an expanse of lawn in front of a home. Very classy.

And yes, I have been drawing. I hesitated to share this as it is so typical of the work from my past.
I made this on Friday during that burn out when I was feeling quite uninspired, hence the "old horse" plodding its old course, or as a onetime friend used to say, "When in stress, regress".

Well, I've since thought better of it, having added some white for contrast.

This close up shows the shine of the gold Sharpie pen I used plus the sheen of the wax pencil crayons. It was a pleasant distraction.

These lazy summer days are bringing in less viewers just at a time when my creative habit is taking off. I am so grateful to those of you who care to keep dropping by. My statistics show faithful viewers from Romania, the States (as we say here in Canada), Canada, France and Germany. It's not easy to distinguish the "bots" statistics from the truly interested sometimes. Bots are automated hits from sites that are hoping you'll link back to them. I learned my lesson after hitting a few graphic sex sites, hardly the thing I want to view over "tea and crumpets" (that's how I see myself in my sheltered little life  haha)

Do enjoy this precious day wherever you are
We are so lucky in so many ways
The trick to keeping that focus is
Conscious Presence and Gratitude.