As we have our second to last driving day today, I thought it would be a good time to post some of my miscellaneous photos that did not find their way into other posts.
Castor means beaver in French, so it was fun for me to have the symbol of the beaver the one chosen for the Canadian National Parks. We saw them everywhere.
And put good light on boats, and the photographer in me can’t resist. A kite? A rope on the dock? An ant in a lily? Driftwood that doubles as a chair? That stray interesting cloud? Lichen on a tree or painting by the sea? Eroded roots, new pinecones, footprints on the sand? Our campfire? Our daughter sleeping? Those colossal Newfoundland dandelions in all their fuzzy glory? Nothing was too small or mundane to enjoy, and you don’t have to travel to realize that.