My dad, a geology professor at Dalhousie University, brings his field methods class to this spot every fall to begin the term. Thus, he wanted to give us a chance to witness the beauty of this part of the province. The photos speak for themselves.
Almost everybody is in this photo, even a flying Sarah. And a three year old ready for his nap.
Before we had the chance to say, "Don't climb the slippery rocks!", Joseph and Jacob were beginning a summit. They were quickly called back.
The two culprits. Ever ready to answer the calls of the meager amounts of testosterone coursing through their bodies.
I love this photo. Love. This. Photo. (Even though I hate that method of breaking up a sentence for emphasis...) My mom saw my dad, Sarah, Dave and Joe up ahead and worked some camera magic. This is definitely one for posterity.
Benjamin with his godmother. It was very windy that day and it was all she could do to keep that veil from carrying her away.
Ben was over the moon when he saw his first bald eagle. He ran ahead of us and, all on his own, saw two bald eagles swooping and diving for supper.
These photos of the back of me are truly an exercise in humility and control issues! However, I love this one almost to the same degree as I do the one with my dad and this crew.
Midway back I finally decided that I could no longer keep on my shoes. The soft red clay was calling and I bared my toes and ran to the outgoing tide. However, the clay got sinkier and sinkier and I feared that it was becoming a little more quick-sandy than clay-like; so, I abandoned my trek and headed back to shore. Joseph, Hannah and Jacob accompanied me.
And Isaac; I can't forget Isaac.
One of the highlights of this beach is that when the tide is out we really are walking on the ocean floor. Thus, there is a local five and ten kilometre race called Not Since Moses. It took me a while to figure out the reference to the Parting of the Red Sea. Clever.
Don't believe me? Check out those water lines on the cliffs! We really are on the ocean floor.
More beauty. If I were cheesily evangelical, I would photoshop an excerpt from a Psalm across that photo.
The park is also a campground. Perhaps this is why there are handy taps situated throughout the grounds. We used them to wash our feet.
And get our blankies wet.
2 comments:
I love the "from behind" photos. I have a multitude of them, and find the ones with little hands reaching for those more experienced hands to be especially touching.
Michele, I know what you mean about the behind photos. There is such a sense of implicit trust between the generations.
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