I used to work on the Southern Shore between 2004 and 2007. In Witless Bay. Yes, Witless Bay. No, I am not going to make a joke at this point- or any point later- about the prophetic potential of winding up working in a place called Witless Bay. Not one. You have my word. But you can feel free to joke among yourselves.
The location for the shot I was seeking was Ferryland, about an hour's drive from home.
Ferryland. According to the town website, Ferryland was called “Farilham” by the Portuguese fishermen and “Forillon” by the French. It later became anglicized to its current name “Ferryland.”
For such a tiny community there is a lot on the go in Ferryland!
-Arts Center. This one is top on my list. In particular, I've enjoyed the dinner theaters during the summer; lots of chuckles and smiles to be enjoyed within those walls.
-East Coast Trail. One of the greatest offerings of the east coast, the East Coast Trail sees Capelin Bay Path and Sounding Hills Path enter and exit Ferryland.
-Colony of Avalon Archaeological Site. This site features excavations of Lord Baltimore’s colony dating to the early 1600s.
-Lighthouse Picnic. You can purchase a picnic and take the half hour hike to the Ferryland lighthouse. I have heard lots of great things about this but, I can't believe it, this one is still on my 'list of things to do'.
-Southern Shore Shamrock Festival. This festival is held in Ferryland every summer and has lots of great NL acts. I know scads of people who wouldn't miss it! I have been there a couple of times but I am usually on the west coast of the island each year when it is held.
Ferryland also has a little museum and a very old church to explore.
Phew! What more can a town of 500 souls want!
At the end of the day in Ferryland, I had to admit defeat- I would not get the shot I wanted. The tides were out of sync with my schedule and the sun's rhythm; it was low tide and I needed mid to high tide and I was aiming for a shot around sunset.
But you gotta love serendipity! Just as I was calling it quits, I turned around to see a building behind me shedding its artwork in the most beautiful way. So I grabbed a few snaps. My Sherpa guide says they are Monetesque. Nice!
As it turns out, all of my favourite shots from the Southern Shore are of something that is weathered or flaking. I guess it is pretty easy to become weathered if you live alongside the ocean; that salt water spray is harsh and, if the winds are right, pretty far-reaching. But as much as the sea likes to beat on us from time-to-time, it comes through with spectacular beauty on occasion, making forgiveness quite easy.
And now, I find myself back to the 'drawing board'- or at least the tide tables and weather forecasts and sunrise/sunset charts- to see when I should saunter down the shore for a re-shoot. Hopefully serendipity will be along for the ride yet again!