In our recent travels to Acadia National Park and the Bay of Fundy, we traveled through much countryside and several cities of varying sizes, including the seaside town of Portland, Maine. The following images are compiled simply to view and enjoy. There is no particular theme, per se. Hopefully, a few will make you chuckle. Moose warning signs are in abundance along highways. The only moose we saw was made of bronze. Fortunately, he didn’t step out in front of our car. Portland has some interesting characters which like to congregate on street corners. Cheryl made the trip even more enjoyable by making friends with and photographing at least one dog a day. I am happy to report that she succeeded.
I would like to report that there were ample places to relieve oneself during this trip. However, taking care of business on someone else’s lawn was frowned upon. Have you ever seen a ship weathervane the size of a truck? Now you have!
We found the owner of this gift shop to be rather resourceful as seating is not limited to lawn chairs nor are flower pots relegated to tables or stands. We had our doubts that local fishing boats could actually float when we came across these three trawlers.We were relieved to learn that boats do float as is evidenced by these same beauties rocking gently against the pier. Can’t say we ever saw one motor off into the bay, though. Thanks for sharing these images with us. Photos courtesy of Cheryl and Michael using a combination of Canon’s SL-1 w/ 28-135 lens and two Samsung cell phone cameras.
Have you ever been to extreme places in your travels? Places known for the unusual or almost unbelievable quality that the specific location revealed? Well, our second stop was to the Bay of Fundy which is situated between the east coast of New Brunswick and the west coast of Nova Scotia, Canada. Due to the geographic nature of this particular bay, it boasts at certain locations the greatest tide differential on our planet. On the way to the north end of the bay we stopped to take in the coastline scenery.We drove through a hidden gem of a nature park called the Fundy Trail. It has scenic lookouts, waterfalls, secluded beaches, crazy steep and curved roads, hiking and bicycle trails, a swinging bridge and an informative nature center. Everything written is in English and French. This area has a rich history of logging and large ship building.One of our goals was to visit the Hopewell Rocks at the north end of the bay. This is where the tide changes heights on an epic scale. While we were there, we witnessed the tide drop 37.5 feet in a matter of hours! We walked the ocean floor and stared at sandstone monoliths with pine trees as top hats. Crazy stuff to be sure. When conditions are just right, the tide can actually change fifty feet. For some really fascinating information about tides, I direct you to the following website (yes,I admit that I plagiarized when I named this post): http://www.moonconnection.com/tides.phtml.This image shows the tide already receding ( we missed shooting high tide). The water turns a brownish-red color during low tides as sandstone sediment is churned up as the water is drawn out. This image is about two hours shy of low tide, but gives you an idea of the differential in tide variance. Please excuse the image quality as it was very bright out and the area was rather dull looking. Notice the size of the people in comparison to the rocks. Below are a couple photos to prove that we actually walked on the ocean floor! Farther down the coast where the cliffs subside and beaches take over, the low tides would draw the ocean water approx. 400 ft. away from land.
I discovered where Cheryl had selected for us to travel for my surprise birthday gift on the morning of our departure. She told me a few days before what the temps would be so I could select proper attire, but that was my only hint. Not only was I pleasantly surprised by this creative gift (and grateful for all the effort put into it), but I was thrilled to be going there. Actually, we visited several locales which were generally in the same geographic area. Although I didn’t uncover gold much granite was observed and walked upon. A treasure trove of memories were made in the process of exploring this island.It was David Patterson, the brilliant photographer and fellow blogger who helped me fall in love with this island. He lived in Bangor, Maine and would travel to Acadia often, especially at dawn and dusk, to photograph some of the most breathtaking natural images I have ever viewed. Some time ago I had told Cheryl about this place, David’s photos, and my desire to meet him at Acadia someday. She remembered !Unfortunately, David died of cancer last year. So, in a sense, this visit to Acadia is a tribute of sorts to him. Our photographs don’t compare to David’s, but they give others an idea of how beautiful this island and national park are.Acadia has a rich history and was the first national park designated east of the Mississippi River (the first was Yellowstone). Most of the park is on one island, Desert Island, and was discovered by the French explorer, Champlain, in 1604. In the early 1900s It became a national park through the efforts of several wealthy businessmen. John D. Rockefeller created hundreds of miles of carriage roads for the benefit of visitors…they are still in pristine shape thanks to the original engineering and the efforts of the park service.The island has several harbors and light houses which connect the locals and travelers alike to this enchanted place. Lobster is the mainstay for coastal fisherman and is at the top of most menus. “Have you tried the lobster yet?” was a common, daily question.The island also contains many fresh water lakes and an abundance of Lupine flowers, forested hills and miles of hiking trails. Below is Jordan’s Pond, a pristine lake, 150 ft. deep, and one source of the island’s drinking water.We will return to Acadia someday for there is so much to explore. My next post will reveal another destination which will amaze you. Until then, thanks for visiting my blog.
This image comes to you as the result of nature’s generosity…this morning’s sunrise. We have had an abundance of rain this Spring and very little sunshine so this sunrise was a pleasant sight.
Tomorrow, I leave for a vacation with my wife. I don’t know where we are heading! This trip is her gift to me for my birthday. Cheryl decided to make this trip a surprise and has planned all of the itinerary and made all of the reservations without me discovering anything which would give away our destination. I am pretty confident we are not heading to Greenland or Antarctica because I don’t have to take a winter coat. I don’t think we are heading to the Mohave Desert or the Great Rift in Tanzania because I am not taking short pants or swimming trunks.
Funny, but I have anticipated this trip as much, if not more, than most due to the element of surprise that it presents me. Usually, we tag-team on making all of the plans for our trips, but I have purposely not wanted to know even though several friends and family members could barely contain their knowledge concerning this trip. I found this aspect funny. I will learn of our destination(s) tomorrow when we receive our airline tickets…perhaps I won’t know exactly where we are visiting until we actually land and get the rental car (burro or lama)! Either way, I am excited and grateful for this gift. And, I am blessed to be traveling somewhere with my best friend. Heck, I don’t care if we simply go to another state next to Kansas, as long as we are together. Well, maybe I would be a little disappointed.
Hopefully, upon our return, I will have learned where we went. If not, then I probably should have stayed there. Ha! In the meantime, enjoy the sunshine, appreciate the rain, and be thankful in all things. I am grateful for Carson who will be holding down the fort while we are gone.
What’s yellow and brown and green all over? A field of brilliant cone flowers whose diversity creates an unusual sort of harmony.
What’s black and white and reaching to the sky? A field of colorless cone flowers against a gray background.
I don’t know about you, but I certainly prefer to look at the vivid colors of these Echinacea plants. There is something energizing about color. Although I find B & W photographs interesting, and sometimes even more so for their excellent contrasts, a world without color would become rather drab after a short while. Whether we are dealing with nature, people or the universe, color is essential to our well-being. Like the hypnotic aqua blues of a paradise island, the brilliant yellow-orange blaze of a sunrise, the myriad palate of colors of birds and flowers, or the degrees of color on human skin, color is vital to our existence. So is harmony. I wish there was more of it these days.