the road to Peggy's Cove

Here we are in December of all places! So much for my trying to catch up with that first week of November, travels with Connie, within that same month. Our little trips were worth documenting (in my mind) so, with that, here are some vignettes of our

trip to Peggy's Cove on the Saturday evening of November 5

It's a straight trip down our road to the south shore. I had forgotten what a magical road the Lighthouse Route is as we usually take it home at the end of an outing, too dark to really see anything.  After passing some wonderful landmarks I finally thought to pull out my camera, but the light and proximity of things from a moving car wasn't working for me.

After an hour or so, Wally found the somewhat secret entrance to a little public beach where we got out to stretch our legs.

The ocean tide gently washed the shore

The curl of the waves was benign.

I took off immediately from the car to gather myself from the car ride, unaware that Connie also had agenda: to wet her feet in the Atlantic Ocean. Let me tell you, it wasn't warm.

But beautiful, yes it was.

Once we were on the road again, we travelled the inlets along the coast

through towns with beautiful names, evocative of another time

two views of ...

this same stretch of road 

and along somewhat lonely patches,

 coming upon little fishing villages

and the occasional well-to-do patches of bigger homes, often just for vacation.

There were many picturesque opportunities...

but we were on the move

a pretty country home

a quaint country church

a rare old home in a grand style

another country church with a pyramid roofed house like ours in the foreground,

adorned with pumpkins

Now the landscape is starting to show that rocky barrenness tells us we are getting close to our destination

A quintessential old time fishing home

another fishing village

and someone who thought this inlet was photo-worthy

Now we are almost in Peggy's Cove, just past the memorial of the infamous Swissair crash of 1998.

The rocks themselves, left by ancient glaciers, almost seem like memorials themselves.

So much ancient history.

And here we are, our initial sighting of the famous lighthouse

that has attracted millions of visitors over the years.

I will never forget my first visit with Wally, when the waves crashed magnificently on the long spread of rock to the sea.

The rock really sets the scene here, long undulating stretches of it.

The vegetation is hardy, the trees are very old, bonsai in stature.

The red roof of the town church looms closer,

We round another bend...

and I must save the rest for next time.

until then... holding this moment, this unique and only moment...

peace dear ones

 

true colours

It was almost 4 in the afternoon when we arrived at our destination: the little park that lays at the foot of Blomidon Provincial Park.

We staked out a sheltered picnic table by these beautiful backlit birches with maple leaves in front.

The shadows, the Minas Basin beyond

This made a lovely setting for our late lunch and drawing

 

I was bundled up just right against the breeze

 

Snug and happily drawing

 

Eventually I ventured through the bushes to the edge of the cliff to see this beautiful sight

of the cliffs that reach out to the south of Blomidon, (the biggest cliff of all, see my precious post)

 

Here Wally waves back at me. Time to pack up.

The ride home was dreamy

 

My camera does not like the low light, especially from a moving car

but that didn't stop me.

 

Soon we came back to the pigs, Miss Friendly in the foreground

 

Here she approaches a male

 

Piggy kisses

 

She comes around him

 

for a portrait together

 

and gives me a farewell smile

 

while he goes on about his business 

later the Jersey and the Highland cows we saw in the spring

 

and further down the road, in another pasture, this beautiful rural scene,

 almost a repeat of the one above

 

a young white bull

 

a precious moment in time

 

I do love the roadside houses built when the traffic was slower and more spare

 

A landmark, this intricately shingled small house with a fall display of an anchor and pumpkins

 

 a marvellously proud maritime heritage

 

across the road, this glorious maple worth stopping for

with stairs that lead down

 

a private path to the sea

 

Snatching the fall colours where we can

along the way the wild roses still bloom, the sea beyond

This is a sad state of affairs that I cannot capture the accurate colour of the roses

 

nor this single aster that peeked from the weeds as I got back into the car, its yellow centre lost as I bumped up the violet petals.

 

I'm always seeing things in metaphor.  Certainly not capturing our complete palette of emotions, potential, opportunities, seems so limiting, a true loss of colour in a lifetime. We are here to self-actualize, but how to do that when our self-knowledge peeks at us like the top of an iceberg, the true mass of our being, real and much greater, laying beneath the surface of our consciousness. Just to grasp one more element of our palette, our true self, and become more of who we were born to be, to master the unravelling of that riddle, would that bring solace?

 

The drawing I started at the park, a work in progress

 

a detail of Principessa, work in progress

 

even here I've struggled with capturing the colour just so for reproduction here.

For instance, the paper is white is the original.

Ah well, next time,,,

 I will show you an update soon; Maybe then my colours will be truer.

 

 

Love, Forgiveness, and Responsibility For our Actions

It's a small but serious mix.

 

 

You with the sad eyes
Don't be discouraged
Oh, I realize
It's hard to take courage

In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness there inside you
Makes you feel so small

But I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you

So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors
Are beautiful like a rainbow

Show me a smile then
Don't be unhappy
Can't remember when
I last saw you laughing

If this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
Just call me up
Because you know I'll be there

And I'll see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you

So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
Your true colors
Are beautiful like a rainbow

(Whisper)
Can't remember when I last saw you laughing

If this world makes you crazy
You've taken all you can bear
Just call me up
Because you know I'll be there

And I'll see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you

So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors
True colors are shining through

I see your true colors
And that's why I love you

So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors
Are beautiful like a rainbow

 

 

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