A few days into our trip we woke up to sunshine and a thick, steamy heat. As you can probably assume from most of my photos, sunshine doesn't happen very often. Super hot days are so rare that Jane's family marked dates on their cabin walls to record the few times the temperature hovered above 90.
Jane wanted to show us Dark Harbour to take advantage of beautiful light this day had to offer. That side of the island rarely experiences full sunshine, or when it does it is short-lived. I was intrigued just by the name; Dark Harbour sounded sinister, like maybe it belonged to a medieval time. The sky was that perfect shade of blue. There weren't any clouds with the exception of one tiny puff hovering above the shored dories.
Dark Harbour appeared to have a rich but difficult past. Broken stairs lead to no where. Homemade wooden jungle gyms became weathered with many storms and passing tides.
This is the best jungle gym ever.
Fishermen left their debris behind to rust. Everything seemed abandoned and falling to disrepair.
Time stood still and it seemed like we were the only humans inhabiting this quiet, eerie place. There were no sounds other than the crunches of our feet on rocks.
Within a few short minutes of shooting, the fog rolled in making everything look much creepier.
This was one of the strangest places I've ever seen. What happened at Dark Harbour? Where were the humans? Why does it look like the Gallows?
This place was so moody. One minute it was gorgeous, the next brooding and gray.
Fishing weirs, like the one above, dot the coastline of Grand Manan.
I want to know the stories of this place.