Most of the snapshots are vivid in my mind, but digital representations are all too rare. Of the snapshots available it is difficult to choose which ones truly represent the images I associate with my home. I keep meaning to send a plea to my family to share their favorite photos but in the meantime I only have the results of when I happened to have a camera in my hand. This image of the view from the deck is actually a photo of a painting that was done from a photo if you can follow that. I really need to get my hands on the original photo!
I do have this image taken from the seat of the family out-house. I do not remember why I took the camera with me, maybe I was trying to figure out how to use it at the time. The beach itself is a popular place to visit as evidenced by this young moose family that dropped by.
There are many beautiful spots on the island. Among them is a knoll that every member of the family has always thought would be a great spot for a wedding. It was my daughter who finally put the location to use. She decorated the knoll the previous evening so she could make the wedding walk down from the cabin after changing into her wedding dress the morning of the wedding.
The knoll itself performed even better than expected. When one of the children began blowing bubbles the effect was captivating and the adults joined in.
My brother, a ship captain, performed the ceremony.
Hosted by my grand-daughter (among others) the reception was held on the beach. We dug a pit to steam the clams, corn, and other essentials.
In preparation for the wedding, my father, my youngest brother, and myself went up a week early to build a larger deck on the cabin to accommodate the expected guests. Swinging a hammer, I was amazed at how difficult it was to even attempt to keep up with my father. My brother, being much younger and in better shape than myself, was able to do a little better but dad had him huffing and puffing also.
His robust health and strength of character served him well in life, but aneurysms know no prejudice when seeking their victims and my father was taken from us the day after the wedding. Every morning the sun shines and the bay is calm, so we took advantage of the morning still to haul sand and mortar in five gallon buckets to a difficult to access knoll overlooking the point where the otters nest. Being the eldest son is difficult when throwing the first shovel on a father's remains, but he is now firmly rooted to the bedrock that underlies Bear Island and hopefully at rest.
long, Dad, I miss you and I WILL be back.