Well ya know, any day kayaking is better than the best day at the office. Thanks Clyde for reenforcing that. As I had exhausted myself in the water today with Tony and Malcolm it was good to see others, Dean, Sean, Tobias and Clyde heading out for that kayaking fix. Also good to see more people on the water in November. Ya gotta like it!
Well if it was possible I guess it could look like this. Playing with the camera on the water again Stan? Anyways, during one of the rain outbursts, I took shelter inside my drysuit.
Tony chill'n while we wait for Malcolm to begin a wicked paddle in St. Philip's today. GAve us a chance to catch up on some news and such. Seems our paddles together now are less frequent but they aways have the enjoyable and fun factor associated with them when ever we are at it. Great paddle today Tony.
It was one of those days on the water in St. Philips today where the weather was a smorgasbord full of elements. Rain, fog in the distance, wind, a penchant of sun and well did I say rain? I love paddling in the rain I'm sure it must rate up there with singing in the rain and today I did both. Paddled and sung. It was obvious we were all enjoying ourselves especially the wind wave surfing and by the sounds of it we all caught a nice one or two or even three or more. Malcolm is just in his own element here.
Waves just simply intrigue me. You know, you are heading into them, following them, riding them, surfing them, crashing with them, sizing them, more times than not...swallowing them. The thing I like most with waves is going through them. Sometimes when that happens the camera can be put in the right spot or the sweet spot to catch that feeling, that penetration of water wall and exit through the other side. And as you do this the water just seems molten to your boat.
I love open water, I love sheltered waters, and I love surfy, fluffy waves, caves and rock gardens and when it comes to kayaking I just love being in one anywhere. Who gives a rats ass where it is you paddle. Our club's newsgroup has become a repository for some hurtful banter on the issue. I prefer the decent blogs I visit around the world and seek comfort knowing if I cannot get out myself I can at least paddle vicariously through those who are able and willing to paddle anywhere at anytime and like I said who gives a rats ass about the rest of the crap. Thanks to all you great kayak bloggers and for all the excellent content. You all know who you are. LOL
MAybe not but you know there were so many shots with drops of water on them that it was hard even with photo shop (very limited knowledge there) to try and repair so I opted for playing with other things to change the image and of course degrade it further...lol...just for effect though.
If you pay closer attention at times 3:35 and 4:11 you will see the waves start to hide the horizon, and then crash on shore, respectively. Too bad pictures mask some of the actual sea state and I suspect they do to a degree save that you just have to have the right angles to get quality shots. I most certainly did not, especially since the drops were starting to mask and coat the lens as was obvious by the water blobs and streaks in the video. Kind of fun to try and capture something though.
Last weekend Tony and I had a paddle from MIddle Cove To Outer Cove in the lull of a storm. It was an exciting paddle wrought with a few challenges however conditions were not too crazy. This video is launching in Middle Cove and then making our way to Outer Cove and back again, and does not have the wave I spoke of in a previous post. If you like bronc-bucking, kind-a-paddling........paddle in 'The Lull Of A Storm'.
First I watched the storm come in this early morning. Then there was a bit of a lull and thought I have to get on the water. Called Tony and we hit it. What a lumpy ride today in kayaks that were more like bucking broncs or mechanical bulls. Yup it was fun though.
I know this looks benign, but the waves today were unbelievable at least one of them. Tony and I were at it again paddling from Middle Cove to Outer Cove and back in the middle of a storm lull that boosted winds in excess of 100km/hr. I hadn't been on the water in a while and was glad to get out there. Like Bob said in an email the waters were like a boiling cauldron. Exciting. To top it off on the north side of Middle Cove on the way back I paddled around a bit and neared the north headland and was elevated on a wave that I can only describe as colossal because when I was looking down its face it was the furthest down a wave I had ever seen. Pheeew! Immediately I thought there was another behind it and surely I was heading for a farmers field. When I watched the wave pass under me and head for shore it eclipsed the cliffs on the north shore for its' size. It was spectacular to watch the back of this monstrosity plunder to shore and crash violently. I did have my video camera rolling but when I came down off the wave I darted Left so as to avoid what I thought might be another one behind it so I hi tailed it out of there and missed its' progress. Tony is not in any of these shots because I took video and have to process. I will post some drama when I get a chance under Paddlehand's Adventures In Kayaking.LOL Hee Haw!
My desk, this picture and my head are as cluttered as they've been for a while. Those are all signs of paddle withdrawal for me. I may even have to hit a lake tomorrow just to stretch my kayaking muscles as I believe they may be losing their memory. Preoocupied with much lately. Trying to piece together a photo blog but soliciting professional help. 2 am mornings are a thing of common place for me now, must remember to eat!! aaahhhhhHHH!
How i felt taking this shot. I almost or perhaps even did feel sorry for the rose almost embarrassed for it. We are so use to viewing their beauty when they are in full bloom and that is when of course they get their praise for their richness in color and their devine fragrance while on the perked and prickly stem and if you pass near one you are driven by some internal inertia to stop and steal a sniff, hence perhaps ,"stop and smell the roses" for it is hard not to be captivated by the beauty or the scent. When however their fate is decided for them based on seasonal responses to cues,such as cold weather a comin', they begin to loose their splendor. Like a movie star caught candid without their makeup, because they really would like to be seen all gussied up.....like a rose I suppose. So when you see either in their less than regal state you feel something, bad, embarrassed, sorry or whatever it is, the moment can sometimes be caught.......and so it was!
During a walk in Bowren Park of St. John's Newfoundland last Saturday.
In the fall it is amazing the diversity of color that exists in nature and no where can it be more pronounced and rich than in the leaves of maples in autumn. They are not as characteristic in their thriving state but certainly take on a whole new persona in their lifeless and decaying form and there-in lies the beauty and the spectacle as romanticized and recognized as the one on our flag. It is hard not to feel the symbolism and association of the maple leaf to Canadian culture and mind set as the Bald Eagle may be to American parlance the Maple Leaf is to our identity. We don't have a national bird per see as other countries do, but each province or territory has their provincial or territorial bird. The provincial bird of Nova Scotia is the Osprey and of Newfoundland since 1991 is the Puffin but neither really defines their respective province as the Maple Leaf defines us all as a country. Cheers to the Maple! A new camera shot.
It is soon that time again when paddles get way layed because of weather and time constraints. I've been preoccupied lately and the shorter days of daylight make it hard to get on the water after work. This is when you count on your kayaking pictures files from all the great paddles you had in previous months and try to make posts of pictures you haven't posted yet. I'm sure I may have posted this one but it reminds me of the calm of the mroning Tony and I had on a trip this summer right before we crossed Fortune Bay. Seemed like yesterday really. Winds are high tomorrow but hoping to put in somewhere. Just have the need to get on the water and it is clawing at my will to make a concerted effort to get out there ...somewhere....
I got a new camera...definitely not for kayaking but a sweet distraction. Silbs I heeded some of your advice and went with the Nikon D700 totally not disappointed but finding I may have to work the hand muscles to hold the darn thing for any length of time. Hopefully the quality of some of the pictures on the blog will improve a bit more. I plan to actually start another blog that will cater to just my other side.......photography. Somtimes only pictures work for what I want to say. I guess I really have to figure that out.
Mommy was wandering what the hell I was doing way over on the other side taking these pictures. I uh...welll...I was tr...we got seperat....no excuses!!!
I am sure if Mommy knew they were out this close to the edge at Flat Rock Point we'd be in a little hot water which would have felt a lot warmer than the 7 degrees today with strong winds blowing right off the ocean. The winds must have been gusting to 50-60 km or more today for sure. Gale warnings were in effect. This didn't hinder our little stroll but if Mommy new they were as close to the edge today as they got...as I got...we'd be in a little bit of hot water.
Riley and Brandy and I went on a hiking trip in Flatrock Newfoundland yesterday. The winds were high and the wave action on the waters was intense. The girls loved the trek. We also went out to Cape Spear and had a bit of a hike there as well. The winds there were even more intense and the spray from the crashing waves on the shore could be felt all along the trail. The dogs loved it......so did I.
Just a fun video I did before our Thursday paddling sessions at St. Philips on Sept.17th,2009. I was also practising with adding narration and fading in titles and such using my video maker program, so therefore this is rough. Had fun passing the afternoon on a Saturday though. So as I am re-entering my kayak in the video a couple guys show up and start asking questions, slowed down the rentry process just a bit. All in good fun.
There are four Nordkapps in this photo. Des's is on the far left and thenfrom the left is mine, Tony's and Malcolm's(LV). We had a nice evening on the waters of St. Philip's this past Thursday mulling around in boats again. The weather was spectacular and the sun was very intense. I thought I'd try something in photoshop to reverse or invert the image so that the shadows become bright and of course boat colors change to give this effect on the launch pad in St. Philip's.
I could see Eugene but could not get through but the rise and fall of the gentle swell held me captive for a while. It was nice.
Sometimes when you are doing the shooting you rarely get shot. Personally I like it that way. Tony Lee shooting in Aquafort last weekend.
I trust that Pete would attempt most things along our coast. This was a narrow entrance and exit and very dependant on small timely swell to avoid the sound of gelcoat on rock.....like I say....it's replaceable but the sound will still make you cringe. lol
When there are a group of 41 paddlers on the water at one time there is bound to be a jam at an area of interest.....just like the real world.
Had to put you in here today Tony. You are my 1292nd post. It's kind of traditional. I named my Nordkapp today. It will be "Gull Feather" and I am having one air brushed on the deck of my kayak. Why you might ask? Simply because on any paddle I do on the coast I am always sure to have a paddling companion in a seagull and therefore I am never truely alone on any paddle. Thanks for the company bye's!
Today couldn't have been better for the annual Aquaforte paddle led by Dan M. Aquaforte is on the southern shore of the Avalon Peninsula of Newfoundland and this year has been spectaular for sunny weather in an area that is usually host to RDF, rain, dizzle, fog. There are kayak gods afterall.
Tony Lee and others head up the harbour on our most likely last club paddle of the year.
This looks like Paul and Dean were paddling in a coal pit but it is just the light.... I think!! I liked the color at anyrate.
An on water social essentially. It is great to catch up with fellow paddlers at the end of the summer and share a paddle and story or two.
41 Kayaks left Aquaforte today for our yearly club paddle in this area. A beautiful day and a beautiful paddle.
That's what I would call Spurwink Arch. From the water it looks like an elephant has his trunk embedded in the side of the cliff. Marie positioning for a shot.
Some just wanted to paddle in open water and have a nice Lighthouse as a back drop. Ferryland Head in the way distance.
Some days you get the shot you were wanting, other days you're just sluggin' your arse. Today I was lucky. Always good to see you Paul Benson!
Paul I left in such a hurry today we didn't get to chat about spare Fj parts. Lets do coffee down town sometime next week. Call me if interested. 753-9812.
It has to be as there is no room for anything else. The north side of Aquaforte HArbour.
I was asked to take a picture of this young lady and I did not get her name. My apologies. Please accept the picture as compensation. You looked like you were enjoying Spout River Falls.
