Fall is here and the tundra is brown. The cranberries are ripe for the picking. We are having frost almost daily and since we now have complete darkness at night, the Aurora Borealis has reappeared. The Aurora is elusive to the camera lens and so far I have be unable to capture any good shots, but I have faith it will happen.
The Northern Lights have been out but still elude the camera lens. We ventured out on a sunny, cool Saturday in mid September to get away for a bit. We got into a good patch of cranberries. The berry picking while taking in the fragrance of the Labrador tea and listing to the gentle sounds of the surf, makes for serenity that's hard to find anywhere else.
Winter is rapidly approaching as the town is dusted by the first snowfalls and the back bays are freezing up.
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08/29/05
/100_5502.JPG "The view from our dining room window across the back bay as the mist comes in.")
/100_5497.JPG "The best shot of the Aurora I have so far. It's there but you probably cannot see it.")
/100_5507.JPG "A gallon bag of wild arctic cranberries.")
/100_5517.JPG "Patty makes her way up the tundra to the berry patch.")
/100_5519.JPG "There were plenty of berries although some were mixed in with the brush.")
/100_5520.JPG "The bounty.")
/100_5524.JPG "Looking down at Patty as she works high above the surf.")
/100_5528.JPG "Our trusy machines await our return.")
/100_5529.JPG "The harvest. Note the stains on my hands from the now over ripe crowberries.")
/100_5530.JPG "Patty taking a break with the literal fruit of our labors. Note the berry stains on her pants.")
/100_5532.JPG "Heading back down.")
/100_5533.JPG "Carlo. You may not be able to see it, but the butt of my .44 is sticking out of one of my jacket pockets. My pants are stained also.")
