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Maine and the Canadian Maritimes Road Trip

During the summer of 2023 I visited my daughter and her family on her forest farm in southwestern Maine from my home in Bangkok, Thailand.  It was wonderful to be in the cool, fresh air of the northeast USA.  My good Bangkok friend John has a cabin up the coast near the Canadian boarder.  We planned, while still in Thailand, to take a road trip from his cabin up through the Canadian Maritimes, a region neither of us had been.   We took only the very small farm roads from the southwest to the northern coast.  Along these wonderful New England roads I saw the most amazing old houses and farms.

 

An old Maine feed store. I love these old places with the weathered surfaces.

 

My friend John's cabin sits in deep primordial forest a stones throw from the Atlantic ocean.

 

John's magical forest.

 

John's land had so many different kinds of mosses and lichens.  Astonishing beauty.

 

A short walk through a state park lead to this rocky shore.  Fantastic!

 

We spent hours clamoring around and over these huge stones.

 

A wild and wonderful natural seashore.

 

The cabin is not that far from Milbridge, Maine.  We drove around the area visiting interesting places and scenes.  This collection of buoys and floats was interesting.

 

A lovely rural farmhouse near Milbridge, Maine.

 

Milbridge, Maine sits aside the Narraguagus River estuary.

 

Milbridge Bay is as idyllic a Maine scene as you can get.

 

A panorama of the view dockside at the community bandstand . . . where we would join the community for a nostalgia rock band concert.

 

Milbridge, Maine has a public community garden; if you put in time and labor then you can take flowers and vegetables out of it.  I love it.

 

John and I decided on a general route.  I made a couple online cheap motel/dorm bookings (it was the tourist busy season), and we saw a couple of "points of interest" on the GoogleMaps that we used to point us in a general direction.  Lighthouses seemed the common denominator.

 

Early one morning we loaded our stuff up and headed up the highway to see what we could see . . . and photograph, of course.  We more-or-less hugged the beautiful Maine coast, discovering these quaint fishing ports.

 

The West Quoddy Head Lighthouse was one of our first destinations.  We were not disappointed.

 

West Quoddy Head is the easternmost point in the contiguous United States.  Now you know.  It is also the point closest to the African continent in the United States.  Interesting.

 

We crossed over into New Brunswick, Canada near the small town of St. Stephen with it's lovely old church.

 

St. Stephen sits on the Saint Croix River directly across from Calais, Maine, USA.  Both of these towns were major industrial centers in the last century, due to their access to the Atlantic Ocean and short sailing to England and Europe. Evidence of their past manufacturing glory can still be seen, as in this old river power generating station and adjacent mills.

 

A commemorative riverside statue recognizing the mill workers in the factories of Calais and St. Stephen.

 

A beautiful street mural in St. Stephen with a view across the Saint Croix River to Calais, Maine.

 

Calias, Maine from across the Saint Croix River.

 

At one time St. Stephen rivaled Hershey, Pennsylvania as the largest chocolate manufacturer in North America, but eventually lost out.  In 2000, St. Stephen was given the title of "Canada's Chocolate Town." Who knew?  We did not tour the Chocolate Museum, but we did hit the gift shop for some tasty (and expensive) chocolate.

 

A short walk off of the downtown Main Street found us in neighborhoods of old "carpenter Gothic" Victorian houses, testament to the wealth this town once had.

 

We let GoogleMaps guide us to a very beautiful spot after an off limits nuclear power plant road thwarted our attempts to get to another lighthouse.  This is Dipper Harbour, New Brunswick near sunset.

 

A Dipper Harbour fishing boat.

 

Visually fascinating woven old tires for boat pier rub-rails at Dipper Harbour.

 

Dipper Harbour sunset.

 

A final Dipper Harbour sunset photo before returning to our little motel cabin.

 

A lovely seaside home on the back roads to St. John.


We moved on . . . to where the street photography in St. John, Newfoundland was very rewarding.

 

Lovely old row houses in St. John.

 

I am a big fan of old doors . . . . 

 

There were some lovely tree-lined lanes in St. John.

 

Classic red brick wall with old faded painted signage.

 

In addition to the red brick row houses, downtown St. John had some lovely old carpenter Gothic grand homes.

 

The St. John City Market (est. 1855) was one of the highlights of our visit there.  Did I buy a St. John t-shirt here?  You bet I did!

 

Not all of St. John is quaint and charming.

 

The downtown St. John cross streets all lead down a steep hill to the Bay of Funday.

 

We continued along the coast of the Bay of Funday in search of more photogenic lighthouses.  We followed the maps to Cape Enrage Lighthouse, New Brunswick, out on a promontory.  We paid an entrance fee only to then discover that access to the lighthouse was closed due to high winds.  Oh well.  This is as close as I got to use a long lens.

 

A fishing port along the road.  This shows just how big the tidal differences are in the Bay of Funday.  

 

The drive along the Newfoundland coast was fantastically beautiful.

 

The Hopewell Rocks on the Bay of Funday are described as a "must see" attraction in Newfoundland.  Indeed it was an extraordinary scene.  It was also a must see for several thousand other tourists on the day we were there.  We had to wait quite a while for our turn to access the photo vantage point.  Worth it . . . but very crowded.

 

The truly marvelous Hopewell Rocks.  We marveled.

 

No matter where in the world you go there will always be that one roadside house with the yard full of "collectables." Everywhere!  Newfoundland roadside wonders.

 

After having dinner in a nice restaurant in Moncton, we drove on and spent the night in a dorm room at a technical college in Springhill, Nova Scotia.  I must have been pretty tired because I didn't take any photos at these stops.  The next morning we ate in the college cafeteria before we drove in to Halifax, Nova Scotia for a walkabout.  I parked the truck in front of a cemetery across from a park, and fed the meter.

 

We found this headstone humorous: like what else would you find under there?

 

The Halifax city park was in full bloom!

 

The Halifax waterfront is beautifully developed.

 

The Halifax quay side display of old Canadian Navy ships was interesting.

 

There were many displays of public art in Halifax.  I loved this sailor statue (reminded me of my Uncle Ernie!).

 

Old downtown Halifax was clean and neat.

 

Our next stop was across Nova Scotia at the historic town of Fort Anne . . . the birthplace of Canada, settled in 1629.

 

The old fashioned interior of the Fort Anne Cafe was very sweet.

 

Fort Anne is, of course, a major tourist destination for Canadians.  

 

Beautiful old colonial architecture abounds in Fort Anne.

 

A rainbow crosswalk in Fort Anne, Nova Scotia.

 

A typical old house in Fort Anne.

 

Restored harbour light house at Fort Anne.

 

At the end of a long day, we caught the East Ferry to Long Island, Nova Scotia, then on to Brier Island.  This is a very remote place in Canada!

 

The view from the East Ferry along the rugged coast of Long Island, Nova Scotia.

 

Brier Island is on the far Northwestern tip of Nova Scotia and takes two ferry trips to get there.  It is an old fishing/whaling area full of delightful old cedar-sided dock houses.

 

Beached lobster boats, Brier Island, Nova Scotia.

 

Such a beautiful and moody place . . .  and very photogenic.  Brier Island.  We caught the big drive-on ferry across the Bay of Funday from Digby, Nova Scotia back to St. John, Newfoundland before driving back to John's cabin in Milbridge, Maine.  I don't know why I do not have photos of the 3-hour big ferry trip, oh well.

 

After returning to John's cabin in Milbridge, Maine, we took to the small roads to explore some of the small towns nearby.  Cherryfield, Maine, ironically known as the "Blueberry Capital of the World" was the perfect New England picturesque village.

 

We had good coffee and cakes at this sweet Cherryfield riveride café.

 

A beautiful old turreted Victorian home in Cherryfield.

 

Like a lot of small villages in New England, Cherryfield had its share of antique shops.

 

Nice yard art in Cherryfield.

 

Caddywampus old store in Cherryfield.  Looks like it was just moved there and puton a new foundation  . . . . unsuccessfully.

 

What you always hope you will find on a road trip: the perfect roadside diner . . . .

 

 . . . with the perfect lemon meringue pie!

 

One of the highlights of my visit was attending the Milbridge Days parade and lobster feed at the firehouse.

 

Milbridge, Maine is more multicultural than you might expect.  This was nice to see.

 

As Milbridge is a lobstering village, the parade had a lobster theme.  Sweet.

 

Oh! To be a lobster in the town parade! Memories are made of this!

 

I love a parade.  Yes, the Shriners showed up with their "street boats."

 

The highlight of the day was the lobster and mussel feed in the firehouse. 

 

John and I had a great time rambling around Maine and the Canadian Maritimes for a week.  Thanks John.

 

The unforgettable beauty of the Maine coast.

Gibraltar: Day and Night

Gibraltar by Day:

In February 2017 we made the short flight to the British enclave of Gibraltar.  It is worth a three night stay . . . but perhaps not any longer . . .
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Gibraltar sits near the southern tip of Spain at the northern side of the Straight of Gibraltar.  All ships that pass from the Mediterranean Sea to the Atlantic Ocean must pass through here.  The North African coast can be seen across the Straight of Gibraltar.
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Gibraltar is a British territory . . . The residents recently voted 96% in favor of staying within the UK and not joining Spain . . . of course, they also voted 96% to stay within the EU during the Brexit vote!
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The lighthouse at the tip Gibraltar . . . this straight is also known as the Pillars of Hercules by the Greeks.
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The 'rock' of Gibraltar falls directly into the Mediterranean Sea on the eastern side.  Fishermen find good use of an old war pill box.
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The cliffs of Gibraltar are compelling:  their sheer size . . . and the remnants of structures left behind by the  many former occupants over the millennia, draws the eye.
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The whole of the rock is riddled with passages and tunnels used as  fortified defensive emplacements.
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Some very old infrastructure left behind by a long forgotten project.
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Everywhere a remnant of some previous occupier . . . Moorish?
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Many different building traces from many different eras all overlapping . . . . Gibraltar was occupied, at various times from 950BC, by the Phoneticians, Greeks, Carthaginians, Romans, Vandals, Goths, Visigoths, Moors, Nasrids, Medinas, Dutch, Spanish, and ultimately, the British.
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Near here, in Gorham's Cave, Neanderthal remains were found dating to 55,000 years ago.
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Today, Gibraltar is a Mecca for Mediterranean cruise ships and British retirees (pensioners).
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The Rock of Gibraltar is as riddled with caves and tunnels as a block of Swiss cheese.  The massive rock was the ideal place to build hardened shelters during  times of war, particularly during WWI and WWII.  These tunnels date to even before those times when the British and the Spanish were at constant conflict.
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The St. George Tunnel is still equipped with the original cannon from the era.
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Although the cannon is missing, the turret and fire safety cart remains.
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The historical placards were very informative and made the tunnel visit very interesting.
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This view from a cannon emplacement is testimony to the strategic importance of these tunnels.
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In addition to the military tunnels, there are also natural caves in the Rock of Gibraltar.  For a nominal fee, you were treated to giant caverns lit by an ever-changing Xmas tree light.
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It appeared that they must hold musical events inside the cavern from time to time.
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A very beautiful place indeed.
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The colored lights grew on you after a while.
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We enjoyed our walk-through of the caves.  When we emerged were greeted by . . .
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Monkeys!  Lots of monkeys!  We were warned about the monkeys . . . that they were little pickpockets! One does not associate monkeys with Europe . . . but there you are!
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It was late February when we visited Gibraltar . . . and the tourists and cruise ships had yet to arrive.  Some of the attractions were closed . . . yet still interesting.
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Gibraltar is, of course, built on the side of a big rock with little flat ground.  As such, the streets and alleys are often just steep stairs.
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Gibraltar is also a port city . . . and a place for a 'mystery Russian' to came and try for sea trials and licensing of a stealth sailing ship.  This Dark Boat was the talk of the town's permanent residents.  It was gone in the morning.
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There are craft shops open to the public.  Here a famous glassblower plys his trade.
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Beautiful work too . . .
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Gibraltar town sits fast against the famous 'Rock.'
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The south city gate . . . already a few tourists mixed in with the locals . . .
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There are some beautiful curving streets through the old town.
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My Old Door Photo Fetish (ODPF) was completely satisfied in Gibraltar!
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A pleasant place to stroll around . . . before the throngs of tourists arrived, the locals told us.
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Steep streets . . . .
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Gibraltar has a  fine Botanical Garden . . . a favorite place to visit on all my travels.
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There is hardly any unused land on Gibraltar, so it was nice to see they valued their botanical garden enough to not build on it or pave it over.
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Being on the southern to of Spain, the climate is very mild.  Many kinds of semi-tropical plants grow very well here.
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Aloe grew everywhere.
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A few of the tropical plants were in flower or bud.
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We spent art of a wonderful afternoon here . . .
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There is still a British military garrison on Gibraltar . . . complete with daily-polished brass cannon.
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The central walking street is the focus of the town and the only developed commercial area.  There are sweet cafes, bakeries, and shops all along here . . . as well as tawdry tourist curios shops where I bought a refrigerator magnet.
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Gibraltar by Night
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In my opinion, Gibraltar becomes even more interesting, and beautiful, when the sun sets.
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At night the squares are lit and the old government buildings stand out in all their old glory.
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In the evening people, tourists and locals, come out to the cafes in Casement Square.  One can imagine this space filled with thousands of cruise ship passengers later in the summer.
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In couples, foursomes, and families, they came to done in the cool air of a February night.
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The children wandered free around the square as the adults conversed over wine.
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A happy girl skipped into my photo . . .
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Casement Square.
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High above Casement Square, a Moorish castle looks on . . . .
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Later in the evening, the restaurants and cafes closed up . . . leaving their umbrellas like forlorn soldiers in a strange night.
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I was startled when I first saw these visages of another world!
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My other photographic subject obsession are push carts of all kinds.  This ice cream cart waiting for another day was just fantastic.
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I'm sure I took way too many photos of this particular cart, but it was special, the light was special, and it was a special night.
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One evening (of the three) I went back out of the hotel late at night . . . to capture the abandoned streets and alleys.
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Light, textured surfaces, shadow, arches, color . . . wonderful.
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Ladder, light, shadow, and wall!
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If the conversation is good, why go home?  Well after midnight in Gibraltar.
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The dark streets where the only sounds were my footsteps.
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The historic government buildings were closed.  Not a soul around.
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The "Government Of" . . . something or other at 01:00.  Wonderful lighting . . . and only me there to see it.  This must have been the police station; otherwise why were there still two men sitting behind the counter at that late hour?
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Such scrumptious shapes, line, color, shadow, and light.
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I walked through these same streets several times during the day without really noticing the relationships between shapes and structures . . .
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An inviting passage to . . . . who knows where.
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I literally walked from one end of the town to the other in only two hours . . . back out the southern city gate . . .
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I walked all the eay back an abandoned traffic circle . . . and then back to my nearby hotel.  I had had such an inspiring walkabout in the night streets of Gibraltar.
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Gibraltar is such a very small place, but it is packed with history, charm, and aesthetic experiences everywhere.

A Ramble in Scotland with a Visiting Friend (10/31 - 11/3, 2015)

Although I have left Scotland and am living back in Bangkok now, I am still going through photos I took on my many photographic rambles.  This entry is of a three day ramble (mostly the northeast of Scotland) I took when my good friend John Stiles visited me.  I took many, many photos on this ramble, so it will take some time for me to complete it. These are 'The Best of John's Visit.'  Enjoy.

A North Sea sunrise along the Aberdeen Esplanade. Just above freezing.

 

First Light.  North Sea.

 

A church along an Aberdeenshire rural road.

 

Stunning November weather for northeast Scotland.

 

I the middle of the Aberdeen city centre is a wonderful church and cemetery.

 

When an old friend visits that you haven't seen in a while, and it's Halloween, and you are in an old graveyard . . . you must play!

 

After that stunning sunrise at the Aberdeen Esplanade, our day one ramble took us up the coast to the little fishing berg of Baddam where the hulls of the beached trawlers provided extraordinary abstract studies in decay and color.

 

The lighthouse at Baddam.

 

Exposed rocks near Baddam harbour.

 

The austere old section of Baddam village.

 

All along our small road route, we were continually 'discovering' fantastically beautiful scenes.

 

The stunning Fyvie Castle.

 

Gorgeous autumn scenes all around the grounds of Fyvie Castle.

 

Superb Fall colors reflected in the castle goose pond.

 

For three glorious days we rambled about the small roads of northeast Scotland.  My AWD Juke NISMO was the perfect car for the narrow, winding, wet-leaf-covered country lanes.

 

Castles and castle ruins everywhere in Aberdeenshire.

 

The Aberdeenshire roads would alternately suddenly diving into the deep shade of small forests . . .

 

. . . and back out onto the bright, stone wall lined country roads.

 

We were always up for a quick stop at an old country cemetery.

 

There is so much to see in the old cemeteries: colors, textures, old surfaces . . . . and . . . .

 

. . .  and the occasional Class III freefloating spirit vapour.

 

Autumn in a Scottish cemetery can be very beautiful.

 

No trip to Aberdeenshire would be complete without a stop at New Slaines Castle . . . a photographer's paradise.

 

A stairwell in the ruins of New Slains Castle.

 

Some of the views from inside the castle ruins onto the North Sea were stunning.

 

North Sea view from New Slaines Castle, Aberdeenshire, Scotland.

 

John and I spent several hours wandering around inside the ruins of New Slaines Castle enjoying the play of light and shadow on the deserted halls and rooms . . . . . . as well as making portraits of each other among the ruins.

 

The castle on the North Sea cliffs, New Slaines.

 

The Benholme Kirke, built on the site of a 9th century hermitage.

 

Although we interrupted the Benholm Kirke bookkeeper . . . but he obliged with a tour and short history of this interesting place.

 

Benholm Kirke had a fine old 'kirkegaard' as well.

 

Moss and lichen-covered grave stone and ancient cottage slate roof . . .

 

We sometimes consulted the GPS as to any 'points of interest' . . . and discovered this old mill.

 

The sluice and water wheel were still there and still intact.

 

Down by the Old Mill Stream . . . A photographer's dream!

 

The opportunities for still life studies of mill paraphernalia was incredible.  I enter only a few of the many beautiful photographs I took here.

 

An old mill stone.

 

An old mill stone made of several stone segments.

 

The wood-shimed center bearing of an old mill stone.

 

One morning we drove south on the old coastal road to the fishing village of Johnshaven.

 

The Johnshaven townsfolk had quite the sense of humor!

 

Johnshaven was a grey and austere village (like many Scottish villages) but with a splash of color here and there.

 

The fine old stone harbour jetty of Johnshaven.

 

Johnshaven is a fishing village with many great nautical-themed photos to be had.

 

Old anchors in the boatyards.

 

Low tide along the Johnshaven sea wall.

 

The only bad weather we saw during three days.  A stormy North Sea.

 

Near Montrose there were signs of a recent flood of the River Esk.

 

Whenever we would see magic light on an old stone building we would stop and take photographs.

 

We stopped for coffee one late afternoon in the old market town of Montrose.

 

Yes, more ghoulish fun . . . in the Montrose Cemetery.

 

Montrose had some fine statues in the town square . . . here a good Samaritan was honored.

 

Montrose is typical of many Scottish towns.

 

OK, maybe Montrose is not so typical after all.

 

But what I will remember most about Montrose was the most incredible sunset of my life playing over us across the estuary bridge!

 

From beginning to end . . . we were completely enthralled.

 

Another day along the small country lanes above the North Sea.

 

Old farm houses along a strand of the North Sea.

 

A wild North Sea below the cliffs of Aberdeenshire.

 

North Sea hay bales.

 

We saw so much and did so much in those short three days . . . and this blog entry represents only a small part of it all.  I may elaborate more on this entry at a later date, but for now, that is all.