Lady in red

Earlier this week I visited my friend Betty at her Colchester summer cottage.  I am not one who can sit still for long (unless I am vegging out of course), and quickly suggested that we go for a ride.  I had been wondering where Cedar Beach Island was.  When I shot a July regatta at Cedar Island  Yacht Club I wondered where it got its name, because obviously it wasn’t on an island. I simply drove off the main road into its parking lot.

Betty knew where the ‘island’ was located.  With our destination plotted, off we went. A couple of roads past the yacht club we turned right.  Another right.  Over a little bridge and we were there.  The small lots and narrow streets reminded me a bit of Toronto Island.  It felt like such fun to be there.  After winding down all the residential streets which took about three minutes, we went to the beach.

It was a fiercely windy day.  Sunny and warm.  We got out of the car, walked toward one of the few picnic tables, quickly claiming it as our own.  As I settled onto the bench I watched Betty walk toward the beach, eagerly wetting her feet in the churning surf.

I have my camera with me most of the time, never knowing when a special moment will present itself.

I guess I should explain about the ‘island’…. it appeared to be an island because of the canals meandering around the yacht club property on the mainland. I don’t know if it is really an island or not, but I sure enjoyed being there, tossed by the furious wind,  enjoying the warmth of the sun, and the image of my friend as she too, enjoyed our moments at the beach.

Tagged as: beach, Cedar Island, photography