 St. Catherines ~ August 2005 | The capture of the Lily Pond was where I lost my way. I fell in and my favorite camera was toast. My concentration was shot.The next evening we walked the same walk. I found a different sky, different colours. Walking into the sunset was the right idea. My eyes gravitated to the brightest colours. The advice that night was to ignore the dark, to leave the blacks alone. Half way across I was instructed to search for known shapes in the clouds. We sat on driftwood and the storyteller took me beyond the shapes into the mystical.  |  Basin Head ~ August 2005 |
 Basin Head ~ August 2005 | Night 3 was the same walk. The colours had changed. It was suggested to avoid the primary colours and search for the hues. With the cloud motion the colours advanced and receded, as if they too were tidal.For the anyone's eye, Basin Head is not a mere treasure, but a gift from planet Earth. My kids enjoy the attraction of swimming in the sea, or diving off the pedestrian bridge. Basin Head is much more. For an artist or a photographer, there are a thousand choices daily. It is on my list of must dos when I am home.  |  Basin Head ~ August 2005 |  Bothwell ~ August 2005 | The beaches Bothwell and Basin Head, link together uninterrupted. The grasses stitch together to hold the sand in a set of dunes. I found myself stitched together so regenerated, I went back to work.In October I had to leave a shoot. I had severe headaches, difficulties in my personal life and could not concentrate. Once again I found myself in eastern P.E.I. Elmira's railway station was called the end of the line. For me, it was the platform where I ventured into another renewal. Each day I wandered through the back roads searching for the new and unusual.  |  Elmira ~ October 2005 |  Gowan Brae ~ October 2005 |  Greenvale - October 2005 |  New Harmony ~ October 2005 |  Fairfield ~ October 2005 | In the midst of my ramblings I gained a "disciple", a teen from California. She was clever and I was forced to revisit the classes provided by my instructors. I caught on to her intelligence the "day of the round bales". Discovering this should not be a solitary pursuit, I have not shot alone since.My young friend saw the colourful clothesline in Souris. The property owner was known. She nor her neighbors were at home. I was struck by the colours and the environmental correctness exhibited.  The remaining photos do not require typed descriptions. |  Souris ~ October 2005 |  Confederation Trail ~ October 2005 |  Spry Point ~ October 2005 |  Bear River ~ October 2005 |