Schooners used to ply these waters, sailing right up the Peticodiac River from the Bay of Fundy. If we had lived here in our house then, we would have seen them from our front windows, moving in and out on the high tides.
This has been a Maritimes moment.
these are such magnificent images! the second from the top has to be my very very favorite - and conjures up all sorts of other images and words - what an incredible picturestory you have created! i do love it! how wonderful of you to share! one of the happiest times of my adult life was living literally on the water's edge of the bay where i was so close to the waves, the ocean water fragrance filled my little cottage - my sun room went the width of the cottage and overlooked the water - windows from one side to the other always open and the ocean breeze wandering through - on the opposite side of my cottage was thousands of acres of protected marshlands - facing the west and the crimson sunsets every evening - it was indeed a place called heaven! ;)
ReplyDeleteYou do give one a rather strong desire to head for the nearest port and sign on a tramp steamer, heading across oceans, to go discover new lands, new found lands, re-entering the age of exploration... if only exploration and discovery could be without limits... I know, I'm dreaming again...
ReplyDeletePS did you mean "Maritimes" ? Or did that bit of a blustery hurricane blow the "i" right out ? The "i" of the storm perhaps ?
:-)
Gypsywoman,
ReplyDeleteNow you have painted a beautiful picture with your words. The description of the cottage you once lived in by the sea sounds like an absolute dream. I've always wished I could live in such a place, at least in the warmer months of the year. Our house has a view of the river and I can walk along the marsh, but we have to drive for about 45 minutes to get to the sea and walk along a real shore. I used to enjoy my beach walks out in Vancouver...rather urban, but still beside the water, with the wind and smell of the ocean. I'm bicoastal.
Owen,
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by on the eve of your departure, and for pointing out my typo while you were at it. Actually, it's just the local dialect, "Martimes"...but I put the "i" back in for other inlanders who may come by.
Actually, I've been having some serious trouble with my eyes/migraines these past two days, so will probably have to refrain from staring at the computer screen for a time.
Maybe you're not setting out on a tramp steamer, but you are tramping off to the homeland so adventures and new discoveries and old haunts lie ahead. This is good.
Travel well. Embrace it all.
xo
Apparently we have edged about 18cm closer to Australia, not sure how long it will take us to get to either of your coasts at that rate but it would be worth the wait I'd say. Lovely pix indeed.
ReplyDeleteYou're photos bring such pleasure ~
ReplyDeleteSaj,
ReplyDeleteIn my intentions to move back to the west coast I reckon I've moved about 18cm as well, thus making us 36cm that much closer to each other! Definite cause for celebration, I'd say.
Driftwood,
ReplyDeleteThank you! Then my job here is done. Perhaps these particular pictures bring you a degree of nostalgia for your days in the Cape? It is a lovely countryside.
ahhhh - such sea nostalgia, i have always wished to live near to the coast (i am a fish after all :-) - even a 45 minutes drive would be a bliss!
ReplyDeleteGuess that it won't be enough to know, how to build a boat, one has to feel the passion of life as well.
ReplyDeleteWishing you always two hands full of water beneath the keel and a wonderful Sunday as well.
quite, quite charming - could you ever live inland now away from the sea??
ReplyDeleteRoxanna,
ReplyDeleteYes, 45 minutes seem not a hardship when one otherwise lives a lifetime away from the sea. You're a Pisces, then? I'm an Acquarius, which is, confusingly, an air sign. But a woman who once read my horoscope said I must always live within sight of, or at least near to, a body of water. Living this close to the sea, I get there shamefully seldom...I don't much care for long car drives and am afraid I am turning into either a homebody or a hermit.
Robert,
ReplyDeleteI don't know how to build a boat, and I am wondering what passion I have left within these bones. Still enough passion to explore, dream, grow and learn, yes, so anchors aweigh! I wish you smooth sailing through the week ahead.
Catherine,
ReplyDeleteI would not like to live inland away from the sea, no. I need to feel the presence of the ocean near-by. I am yet enough of a stranger in these Atlantic parts, after 17 years, to still be charmed by the sights and smells of its shores and sea, quite different from the coast where I was born. I'm glad you appreciate its charm as well.
The last one is my favorite - the horizon holds such promise, despite the heavy ropes in the foreground...
ReplyDeleteI hope your eyes are better now.
And I love your art website - thanks for introducing me to weebly! I may use it myself, but quite aside from that, I so enjoy the sound of that word :)
Manuela,
ReplyDeleteNice to see you out and about in these parts. Horizons to sail away on...you seem one to know something about that all right. Sail away, sail back. Alive with movement. I feel a bit like I've run aground but am still gazingly longingly at the horizon. To paraphrase Joni, "I wish I had a river I could sail away on".
Glad you like my website--thanks for taking a look. I couldn't be more pleased with Weebly. And isn't it a great word! It makes feel all weebly just saying it.
:-)
Lovely photos. I think I'd belong on the east coast by preference, although Oregon could tip me over to the west if pushed. But any coast is better than no coast.
ReplyDeleteMme.DeFarge,
ReplyDeleteQuite so--some coast is better than no coast. For my part, I'd love to see some of coastal England some day.
Stunning photography as ever, and I find the timber delicious to the eye. I am perhaps a little envious of your views.
ReplyDeleteWarden,
ReplyDeleteAnd I, in turn, am a little envious of your cuisine. What if you bring a picnic along to share here while we admire the view?
greetings dear lady - just dropping by for another glimpse of those fabulous images and a taste of the water!
ReplyDeleteGypsywoman,
ReplyDeleteLet's make a fire to warm ourselves as we sit by the water and listen to the waves lapping at the shore. Maybe a little cognac to warm out bones?
Hey there... just dropping in after a hard hard week selling straightjackets... there are so darn many new customers out there that need them badly, business is just booming.
ReplyDeleteBut what is going on here ??? Nothing new since a week ago or so??? I may just have to make my way up to Moncton and see what is going on up there that's keeping you away... hope it's not migraines still. Maybe just an abundance of fine fall weather ?
Take care Madlynne.... the source of lynnespiration...
BrOwen!
ReplyDeleteJustement, I was sitting here dabbing away at Photoshop, trying to drum up something intriguing for the old blogarolla, and feeling very unlynnespired. The weather here is not of the fine autumnal sort, I'm afraid. Dull, drab, cold, damp. I think I could use a nice cozy fur-lined French straightjacket to curl up in, if you can manage to swing up this way with your samples.
My neighbour's been trapping the local raccoons and trundling them off deep into some faraway woods, so there should be plenty of room for you to stay in our old abandonned house. Heck, you could even stay up in the attic here and play my old records. I mean holy cow, we're on the same continent!
Nice to have word from you. I hope you can let the good times roll for the rest of your journey in the colonies.