We’re under a fog spell. Right now, I can’t see anything but compact white out the window. There’s a reason why they call Saint John «Fog City»! I don’t mind. It takes the edge off the worst heat, when there is any. Yesterday it was rather on the chilly side. When I got out of the building, I thought I should have put on a coat!
Didn’t bring the camera, but I shot this with the iPhone. Two of our powerful, little tugs, waiting to guide this tanker into Courtney Bay. When I first saw the ship, looming in the fog, out on the horizon, it looked huge! Somehow, the fog seems to make objects appear larger than they really are … or … maybe it’s just me! It was high tide too, and that also helps.
This place, where I took the photo from, is called Tin Can Beach. We’ve lived here for close to six years now, and not until about a month ago I found out its original name used to be Rockaway Beach. The only Rockaway Beach I knew of before, was the one in New York City — thanks to Seinfeld. If you were a Seinfeld watcher, you might remember that Kramer went out there hitting golf balls. He even did a ‘hole-in-one‘ on a whale (!).
People just started referring to this place as Tin Can Beach, long time ago, and that name stuck. The city is going to clean up the place, I read it the paper, and that’s also where I learned about the name. They’ve already planted a lot of trees there so at least the process has started.