Diane and I decided to take a trip down to Brier Island
As it happens we picked the very first warm
We drove down the Digby Neck
and caught the Petit Passage ferry to Long Island.
and caught a second ferry to Westport
the small village on Brier Island.
First we went to Peter Island Whitehouse
The water was mirror-like
except where it turned the corner on this little headland.
The currents in these narrow passages between the islands can be
treacherous but we watched cormorants
ride them with gay abandon.
Seagulls were everywhere
on rocks and seaweed
and even on stunted trees.
If the rocks weren't covered in seagulls
they were alive with cormorants.
always so geometric
jutted through seaweed.
beneath the water's surface.
Ida ducklings were escorted
around the rocks by caring adults.
And the rocks
oh, so much inspiration
for future stitchings.