Oldie

Looking out to L'Archeveque Harbour from the old carriage house hill - boats all up - cranberries ripening - and a cold breeze telling me that it is getting time to leave for home.  And every time I do I get that strange gone-ness feeling of leaving friends and a way of life as if I were born to it behind, perhaps for the last time.

an old post - my first, back in March of 2012, though the photograph is from 2008 - and how the forest has moved in, in the intervening years -