The Mood of Light


I took the last week of August off, spending time at the family camp in the Adirondack Mountains of upstate New York. I never tire of looking out over the water of our little lake, watching the sunlight as it plays across the landscape.

A sunset series…


Morning Mist…


Perfect reflections…


Morning paddle Ampersand Brook seeking out native Brook Trout… Never found any but had a great explore….


About a mile up the brook, I came across an active beaver dam which raised the water level above the dam by about 4 feet.

I never found Brook Trout. Next year, I must plan a day trip so I can go further into the wilds…


Almost every evening, I’d go out for a short paddle…

It feels odd that the summer is “over” and September is upon us. It went  by so very very quickly this year. So many things planned for the Fall…



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First, a little business… While I was away, about 7 of your comments ended up in my spam folder. All have been approved and posted – and hopefully that little problem has been rectified… Now on to my trip!

Let me just say, I’d go back tomorrow… After driving for two days, including one ferry ride across the only fiord in North America where I saw a Beluga Whale (It happened so fast I didn’t have a chance to take a picture.) we arrived at our cabins overlooking the St. Lawrence River in the small village of Baie Trinite.


Each morning, we were greeted with glorious sunrises, except for the two mornings I got up at  ”o’dark thirty” in the morning to drive north to fish the Penecote and the Aux Rouchers Rivers. (The sacrifices we make in the name of fun…)


On the other days, after a hearty breakfast we’d pile on our cars and drive to the the entry gate to the river where we met our guides for the day and head off to our respective pools for the day.


I missed a nice salmon in this pool.

Salmon pool on the Trinite River


I hooked and lost a salmon in this pool on the Penecote River. I was so surprised and excited, I just stood there thinking, “OMG!!! There’s a salmon on the other end of the line!!!” and never set the hook… It was a very short encounter…


The Aux Rouchers River. The only access to this river was via canoe and we had to get up at 2:30 in the morning to meet our guides, get on the river in order to the “good spots” by 5 AM.


Loading the canoe at 5 AM…


Bob, a local fisherman, fighting a salmon.


Here I am fishing :-)


At the end of each day, we sat on the cabin porch and enjoyed the view. It was a visual feast taking in the many moods of the river and sky.





By now, you’re probably wondering where the pictures of fish are… I caught 2 sea run brook trout on the morning of the first day.They were the only fish the entire group caught the entire week!!! I was so excited, I forgot to take pictures and then rationalized by thinking, “Not a problem, I’ll catch more.” HA!!!! Our guides, organized by Jocelin Le Blanc owner of Landmark Fly shop in Port Cartier, were superb, putting us over fish each day. We simply couldn’t tease the fish kin to biting. When they did, none of us were quick enough to set the hook… In spite of that, I would go back tomorrow, we had such a good experience.

Now it’s back to reality… And helping put the final details on our son’s wedding in early August. Life is good!


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I have a hard time letting go of the design magazines in our library. I take a great deal of pleasure in picking out a dozen or so from time to time, sitting down in a comfortable chair with a cup of hot tea (or chocolate) and thumbing through them. These long Holiday weekends are a perfect time for such leisure activity.

 Yesterday, I came across a story about Villa Rose, a small hotel in southern France, in a copy of Cote Ouest magazine. I was enchanted and set the magazine aside. My woefully inadequate 4 years of high school French have been long lost to Father Time, so I could not read 95% of the article. But the pictures were enough.

I’ve seen beadboard in the Great Camps in the Adirondack Mountains of New York State and New England beach houses, but nothing compares to the elegance conveyed in this photo. And have you ever seen a door jamb like that? The toile fabric on the chairs is a pefect foil for the soft casual charm of the layered linen table cloths. What do you think of the deep egg plant paint and the natural aged honey brown of the wood? To me, it’s perfect!


I’ve looked at this picture for a very long time – several times. Each time I see more and more smaller details.  There’s a ripple of quirkiness that calls out to me. The mirrors above the  long narrow hunt board (What would you call this piece of furniture in French?) and the  coarsely textured runner on its top.  There’s an honesty in how the chandelier is hung. The reflection of light in the wine glasses remind me of a Dutch Master’s painting.


This picture is so very romantic – on many levels.  It is sweet, soft and inviting. I keep asking myself, did someone pick the mirror knowing that it would reflect the curve of the stair hand rail just so? And that an oval mirror was perfect as opposed to a round or square mirror? To use beveled glass instead of flat glass? At some point I noticed the painted wood paneling behind the mirror. It is beautiful. I’ve never seen small corner blocks used in such a manner before!


Even the china is beautiful! How about the French doors and their hardware leading in to the bathroom?


The painted beadboard is absolutely brilliant, right down to the small pieces of decorative on-lay at the corners of the “panels”. I’m guessing that those are two little illuminated portrait scones. I never would have thought of white cushions with turquoise fringe. (Sally said, “But of course!”)  I’m charmed by their invitation to sit and savor a cup of tea after a day of exploring the countryside around town.


I love the colors of the bedroom. Serene, restful and condusive to long naps in the afternoon. (Afternoon naps are most restorative you know…) I finally decided this room ins not square – that maybe the wall to the right of the fireplace is curved or angled where the bed sits. The corona and antique picture add such elegance to an otherwise simple headboard. I just noticed that the headboard is larger that the box spring and mattress. It feels like a picture frame for the soft linen bed spread and cotton sheets on the bed. 

 Wouldn’t it be fun to escape to a little place like this for a long weekend?