First time i also got to listen to the CBC since being over here as although there is a television that can get 15 billion channels - 14.9 billion being from the u.s - there is no wireless in the cottage at all.
Parked overlooking Bonne Bay and Woody Point and started to wander about. Perfect time as nothing had opened yet and thus no machines were parked out in front of shops blocking the façades.
The plan was to walk down to the tall ship - as i am the scouting photographer for my mother - then up away from the water and back toward the road out of town. There seemed to be a lot of closed shops but i also liked the way that objects that i used to find off island are making their way here. These giant inflatable swimming pools are an example.
That was the plan until buddy came to talk. At first i was a bit put off as i was finally having some quiet morning wander time but i went back into my bayman ways and talked a bit with him which as always told me a lot about the place and this time my relationship to it.
-No offence but these tourists are coming over and buying up the place. Prices are rising so that i cannot buy a house and have two jobs to meet rent. He then pointed out three houses and a shed in the area that went for even i think are outrageous amounts. a shed going for C$40 000. i have been sheepishly aware of this soon after i set foot on the island but noticed it more with all the Ontario plates one sees in places like Pouch Cove now. Here the plates are from everywhere and the houses are getting larger and larger.
Know that if i bought something at an outrageous price i would only be adding to the real estate frenzy but now it seems to be everywhere in the province.
The long walk became a short one but was followed by a mid morning early afternoon wander. As usual when something is concluding pieces fit better.
i wanted to head back over to Bonne Bay and Trout River to finish photographing and since Baleful the steward wanted to wander the orange rock of the Tablelands again the plan was to abandon her along the Trout River Gulch someplace, I would head into Trout River then into Woody Point and finally after walking along the road pick her up.My mother not liking the word “abandon” decided to stay put in the cottage.
Plans changed when i found a path leading from the Trout River Pond to the back of the Tablelands and decided to go against everything i had just stated in the last entry and see what the trail was like.
So after yet another hamburger for Baleful the Carnivore at the Sunset Café, we headed out.
The walk only proved my point, not many snaps made and most of those were again advanced scouting for the evening slide show to my mother. On the walk my interest perked when i found some R.E.I. detritus on a beach and the Trout River Tour Boat came sputtering by.
What made the walk interesting was the thunder ad the dark clouds to the south that accompanied the walk.
Walked two hours where we just made it out of the woods and could see the base of the Tablelands.
A wander around Trout River and the areas where i didn’t manage to make it to yesterday. More clutter, more odd and ironic positioning. if the output on the trail walk was what most full time WGAS faculty and deanettes do. The town walk would be the equivalent to Columbia College faculty - film flowed.
-hey you a photographer? buddy Wayne asks carrying his six pack of Canadian.
-head up Duke Road and on the right photograph my whale bone - which in the photography department of the WGAS would also mean something different.
Wandered down to the Take Out - the steward wandered in. Saw Wade and his daughter, more or less the type of afternoon i was looking for when all of this started - marling about, skitching off and chatting.
went to see the whale bone - the steward photographed it i photographed the woman who was watching Baleful photograph then went back to photograph the boots stuck in the railing that i didn’t see as i was talking to the woman who was...
A great deal of time passes between planning on leaving and actually leaving. Trying to depart Trout River I had to stop to photograph some trousers on a laundry line then chatted with buddy who was a musician, chatted and photograph him as he was the only one between 10 and 30 who stopped to chat.
Then there was this couple who were determined to have a good time sunning themselves on the
rocks of the beach off the boardwalk - it looked like a down market version of a British holiday by the sea. Then the giant guitar that we had passed many times now.
-now you both have to be photographed in front of it. buddy says.
This part of the day ended at Granite Coffee sitting watching and not doing much. It is a luxury when in a place for a short period of time to be able to sit and look back at the day.
Marilyn stopped for a chat from her car. Everyone asked if we were going to the Legion for the concert - or at least sit outside. No it is a long way back to Rocky Harbour and we headed out making a bee line around the bay well until we hit a waterfalls that i thought should be seen.
Later that evening supper was served
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