Coming from Rosses Island and Dildo Island you pass by Spread Eagle Island on the right here and South Dildo Harbour is in the Distance. I did wonder what inspired the names of these islands though..........lonely days and lonely nights perhaps. Heh. Heh.
On every kayaking paddle there is always something that tends to stand out from most other parts of the trip for me on this trip was this rock formation at the end of the Islands outside South Dildo harbour. Their colors and sharpness are much more appreciated when you can be there to experience it. I actually smucked bow first into the rock island as I was taking a series of pictures. I was so captivated and trying to get a good shot as I was steering with my feet the stern rudder, looking thru the view finder which makes things appear further than they actually are, oblivious to the wind howling at my back, when all to, all of a sudden................thud. 
There were gulls on Rosses Island that appeared to be nestling into the thick clumps of grass on the hill sides. On closer observation it was obvious they were dead. I didn't disturb any but was curious as to why so many were lodged on the small hill sides in various stages of decay. Sacred or hallowed ground for gulls perhaps.
An aspect quite unique to kayaking is the ability to go where very few tread. As it is not many who will ever see the underside of wharfs nor many perhaps who would want to but it is a perspective well worth a try. 
Low Tide can be quite colorful in any weather and it is an oppurtunity to see things hidden by the higher waters such as this seaweed whose tips are just exposed above low water. Souh Dildo. Nov.16th, 2007.
I don't know the name of this wreck in South Dildo but it is an all wooden structure. All that is remaining is the bow post in the foreground and the ribs of its' hull behind. Could perhaps have been an old fishing schooner and no one was around to ask. 
Unto winter we will soon be delivered and shades of yester-autumn are soon past. The mariad of colors soon douced in blankets of white and scents of decay smothered for spring.
I love lighthouses and Fort Amherst is a favourite. She so majestically gaurds the harbour of St. John's, Newfoundland.
If I was being hung this morning on this hill this is what I may have saw looking over Signal Hill towards Cape Spear. Gibbetts Hill or Hang Man's Hill was in use during the 1750's for hanging criminals of the day. They would tar and shackle them and leave their carcus to rot for weeks. In the hope of discouraging others from breaking the law. A practise discontinued in the 1800's. Apparantly only two such persons met their fate in this manner and it is said that they were rolled down the hill, when finally let down from their gallows, to the pond that sits below. The gulls in the distance reminded me of Vultures lurking for their share. October 28th, 2007. Don't mess with Danny! .........Steve. 
From Signal Hill on Wednesday October 24th, 2007. It was a cool evening and there was very unique cloud formations rolling in at dusk especially on the other side. 
When you walk in Autumn it is hard not to get lost in the sites and freshness that is loaned to the day.
The wind is in the process here of ripping some of the crashing crest of this wave and the spray is sparkling in the sun just poking thru.
