In any event, we set our bags down, and we headed off for a walk along the beach. It was an amazingly calm day, which was interesting. She claims that the water is usually much rougher. It is, after all, (she tells me) a FLEUVE and not just a mere RIVER. \
red and grey rocks |
shale? or something else? |
Birch bark beauty |
down by the quay |
fabulous driftwood pieces of art |
a chair to relax in |
MC with lobster |
RJ with lobster |
Heaven! Thanks for sharing. I remember the first time I saw the "fleuve" -- I called it a river and everyone (the francophones that is ) laughed. True that there is not English word to capture it like the word fleuve. A river that you can not see across... one where you might glimpse a whale. Pretty special.
ReplyDeleteThe pictures are beautiful, Rebecca. I am always taking pictures of the trunks of trees as well, so that made me laugh when you also trained your camera on them. I not only take pictures, but I bet up close and touch them. Go figure.
ReplyDeleteAlso loved the large picture at the end of your picto-post (a word I just made up, unlike the word fleuve which I didn't know but do now). Living on the prairies, one doesn't need such a word. But back to the picture ... lovely shapes and beautiful colours.
Thanks for the virtual trip with you.