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 -
