Oil upon the water

As our month and several days at the cottage draws to a close, we can reflect upon this stay and say "yes", we have found a rhythm to this life on these Canadian shores. We do what we would be doing elsewhere, only, the location, its environment, dictates our adaptation, nay, immersion, visual, acoustic, the hairs on our forearms are telltales messaging us about the wind. We have to see, hear and feel anew.

We continue to travel and explore. Today we did the "Bruce Peninsula Artists Studio tour 2008". Some 18 stops are on the list from Tobermory to Oliphant. We made only a half-dozen studios as we wanted the Saturday tour of the "bullfrogpower" "clean reliable electricity" from the windmill farm just South of Ferndale. A well spent hour in the midst of our artists' studio tour.  At the end of August (30th) there will be another art studio tour where we can visit studios we have missed today. Each Saturday for July and August, baring lightning, there will be wind farm tours.

Yesterday we spent moving the boats out of the water: Bounty back into her boat house, Sunshine on her trailer at the Launching Pad, the dingy hauled to the South side of the island deck. Each was lovingly washed and scrubbed of the fish roe plastered to their hulls, or, as in the case of the dingy, covered with small winged creatures that had hatched, mated and died, littering the white of the boat. During the hatch and aerial mating, Seagulls crowded the skies, acrobatically twisting and turning mid-air, scooping up their minuscule meal.

From a day of cool Northeast 10 knot breeze, the wind died in the evening, Lake Huron became placid and the setting sun cast a pinkish, purplish, hue: our oil on water sunset.