Here in Saint John, we have the North Atlantic ocean all around … we’re never more than just a few minutes away from it. I grew up by the sea, and I have a hard time imagining living far inland. Something would be seriously missing.
For this post, I’ve gathered a few photos shot over the four years we’ve lived here. I’ve chosen to put them in as a gallery, which I prefer — clicking on the first will bring up the larger slideshow. The earliest ones, like the storm and also the crow on the ice, were all shot with the little Canon camera. That first storm will forever be etched in my memory as it was such an odd exprience. It was Christmas Day, we just happened to drive out to the beach as came upon this wild surf. I got out, and up on a snow drift to shoot …and that feeling; standing there in the snow, with the ocean roaring wild … still the wind was so warm so I could have been dressed in just a T-shirt. It was really odd feeling that has stayed with me.
The day we entered Saint John, visiting for the first time, we came in from the west side, and the ocean showed itself from its very finest side … calm, like a mirror. I was in awe, literally! I asked my partner how in the world he could have lived away from all this for so many years… Of course, life takes its turns and you can’t always stay in a place because of its natural beauty, but he sure is happy to have come home.
This post was inspired by Ailsa over at Where’s My Backpack?