MARILYN'S VERY FIRST PAINTING.

A PROMISE MADE.

FALL COLOURS.

BREAKING WAVE.

TODAY AT THE SEASHORE.

SEAWEED.

ACROSS THE TICKLE FROM LANCE COVE.

A SANDPIPER AGAINST A BACKGROUND OF BOILING SURF.

WATCHING THE SURF.

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It's fascinating watching those little birds feeding along the edge of the surf, always darting to and fro to avoid being washed away by the crashing waves, or blown away in the wind.

EXAMINING A POT-HOLE ON THE BEACH ROAD.

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Those little creatures, though wild, appear to be totally unafraid of humans, so that it is possible to get close to them to take their picture.

THE MANECO..

The Maneco arriving in Portugal Cove to convey the royal couple to their yacht, anchored in the bay. They had been on a trans-Canada tour which ended in a visit to Newfoundland , at that time a separate country. Captivated by the babbling of an egotistical fool, we sold our bithright . Subsequent events have served only to confirm our status of enforced dependency.

KING GEORGE v1 AND QUEEN ELIZABETH.

It was at the end of their 1939 visit to Canada and Newfoundland. They are shown here on the deck of the Maneco, Portugal Cove, waiting to be transported to their yacht anchored in the bay. I was only 12 years old but I remember it in every detail, maybe because it was one of those few times when my dad took a day off work. We all arrived in Portugal Cove to witness the event.

It was a lousy day, rdf. I recall that after the royal couple boarded the Maneco, some of the locals turned up with axes to chop their foot-prints from the wharf planks.

Only a short time later did they prove the worthiness of the affection that was poured upon them. During the height of the blitz, they remained in London rather than seek refuge in some more secure place.

In every respect , they were true role models. How times have changed!! Royalty, rather than being an inspiration, have become an embarrassment.

THE SEASON OF LONG DARK NIGHTS.

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It will be a long time before once again we see the sun setting over the water from this (south) side of the bay. It is still wending its way south until the Solstice (Dec. 21, shortest day) when once again it will commence its slow journey back to breathe new life into our frozen and dormant domain. Understandably, many of our Christmas customs are of pagan origin, for man has always sought refuge from the depression of the short days and the long and dreary nights of winter. Except for devout Christians, little of Christmas has anything to do with Christ. It is not the folly, but the mercenary exploitation that is so sickening and so pitiful and so disgusting. Those who would use Christ to stimulate their profits, are beneath contempt. Rudolph and Frosty are far more fitting for that concept of Christmas.

I'd love to hear comments from my blogger friends on this subject. I'm a Christian but not a fundamentalist. God forbid!!!