A flowery rainy Friday

Last one, and the flowery photos are done for the year. Unless more of them pop up in the next little while. Which would be a bit of a surprise, given the time of the year and that Linda is starting to tidy up and put the garden to bed for the winter.

It was a long dry summer with a broken water main and water usage restrictions. Now those are almost done and it's raining lots. We were drifting off to sleep last night and then the thunderstorm started. I was a bit tempted to get out of bed and see what photos were to be had. Then it passed, I rolled over, and mostly went to sleep. Or as much sleep as there is to be had. 

Today looks like rain all day, so I think I'll do indoor stuff today. Yeah, shocking, I know. There's wine bottles to clean and figure out how many kits to order for arrival next year. Photo gear to organize. Plans changed for a weekend photo session so I need to figure out the alternatives to find photos I can show to other people in the dark room class. Keep an eye out for a package that's supposed to arrive today. Some community association president stuff to do. This life of a retired person always busy.

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Of the Day

Driftwood (NZ)

Driftwood (NL)

Film

This photo gives just a hint of why I did most of the waterfall photos in black and white. Much of the water was tinted orange from the iron oxides in the stone. Harmless, but looks gross in photos, and doubly so of there's foam or debris stained by long contact with the water.

Linda

Newfoundland

You will recall that one of my bucket list photos was waves crashing onto a craggy rocky shore. Well, this has the rocky shore, but it's flat. I was working the composition, trying to get the splash and the chunk of driftwood in focus. Except it was so flat I had to pay attention to how far the waves were coming up on shore. I didn't get my feet wet, but I had to scuttle back away from the water several times.

Tiny little homes for fairy folk

Back in the day, way, way back in the day, people believed in all sorts of things  that only make it into fairy tales now. 

We shouldn't laugh at them, some people believe that Trump is telling the truth and would make a good president. Don't get me started on Danielle Smith.

During our walk around the L'anse aux Meadows grounds, we found these tiny little houses.

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And nearby, lovely rocks with vegetation clinging to every available crack.

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9. More of the red chairs.

Of the Day

Driftwood (NZ)

Driftwood (NL)

Film

Where should be self explanatory. We ate there our first evening, mainly because it was easy walking distance from our AirBnB, and I didn't want to drive anywhere else in the rain. Our waiter was fascinated to hear we were from Calgary, since she was planning to go there soon for Stampede. Fortunately she was flying Porter. The photo was actually taken our last full day there, during a nice stroll around the nearby lake.

Linda with two new buddies at L'anse aux Meadows.

Newfoundland, trying to get the scale of the mountains beside Western Brook Pond in Gros Morne National Park.

Flowery Friday 4

You're all caught up on flowery photos taken from before the NL trip. I did a bit of an overview on July 27, but that's almost more for documentary purposes, so I'll start with the actual flower photos. If people comment wanting the overview, I can do that.

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 And that's July 27 done. There will be one more at least, maybe 2 more episodes of floweryness this year.

Of the Day

Driftwood (NZ)

Driftwood (NL)

Film The rocky beach near Port Saunders, working on a long exposure of the waves.

Linda with her gang.

Newfoundland

Near the Port aux Choix lighthouse. I spent a while looking for film compositions, not entirely successfully. Actually, not successfully at all. Sigh.