I am delighted with all the different colours I am finding in the above section of rock from the close up images taken with my camera.
When I am at the site taking pictures and sketching, I am not seeing this so clearly. Maybe I`m just too focused on the composition or making sure I am in the right spot that I miss the details...still not thinking or observing like a geologist! Now I want to go back to Bellevue Beach to touch all those textures and experience those colours.
When I am at the site taking pictures and sketching, I am not seeing this so clearly. Maybe I`m just too focused on the composition or making sure I am in the right spot that I miss the details...still not thinking or observing like a geologist! Now I want to go back to Bellevue Beach to touch all those textures and experience those colours.
Below are a few excerpts from Reminiscences of James P. Howley, Selected Years. When I first read this book I was totally captivated by his words. His descriptions of exploration in Newfoundland left me with a longing to wander and be immersed in the rocky shores and interior of the island.
I hope you find wanderlust in the following passages!
Page 4, Howley`s introduction:
The silence, the sense of being free from care, unworried about the doings of the outside world, the solemn communing with nature possessed an indescribable charm all its own. The whole civilized world might be labouring in the throes of turmoil, wars, pestilence, devastation, etc. etc. What cared we, we knew nothing of it all and felt happy in our ignorance of the doings of the world at large. In fact, we became lost to all sense of anything but our immediate surroundings.
Page 123, 1875. Red Indian Lake:
Finally, we reached the long-looked-for Red Indian Lake. Here we were at length on this great inland sea, stretching away to the westward thirty-six miles. It presented a glorious sight in the calm mornings, when the surface unruffled by a single breath of wind looked like a gigantic mirror spread out before us. The dense dark forest clothing its shores on every side lent a particular charm to the magnificent scene. It was truly sylvan beauty of the most glorious kind. I shall never forget the impression produced upon me at this first sight of the erstwhile home of the extinct Beothuck.
Page 123, 1875. Red Indian Lake:
Finally, we reached the long-looked-for Red Indian Lake. Here we were at length on this great inland sea, stretching away to the westward thirty-six miles. It presented a glorious sight in the calm mornings, when the surface unruffled by a single breath of wind looked like a gigantic mirror spread out before us. The dense dark forest clothing its shores on every side lent a particular charm to the magnificent scene. It was truly sylvan beauty of the most glorious kind. I shall never forget the impression produced upon me at this first sight of the erstwhile home of the extinct Beothuck.
Page 276, 1888, Noel Paul`s Steady:
We were more charmed than ever with the scenery on Noel Paul`s Steady especially in the gorgeous sunset. It was a delightful evening and the autumnal foliage of the forest was beyond the powers of the pen to describe. It would make a magnificent picture, could it be transferred to canvas in all its variegated hues. The whole was reflected with its profuse colouring in the mirror-like surface of the water. Here and there along the margin of the river a yellow marsh added a golden fringe to the picture, such as would cause an artist to go into ecstasies.
