© September '11 photo by smck |
Going down the shore at Kempt Point we gaze through fog across the brackish unnamed lake at a scene that could have been of the early 1900's (save for the lone power pole). Chances are though that there would have been sheep roaming unfenced in the meadow - as there were as late as the late 70s when Kenny Angus's vast flock roamed for miles along the shore - and the meadow was probably larger. The spruce, the lake, the shore, the ocean, the fog and the quiet solitude still convey the unchanging constancy of this beloved island.
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