In my 20,000 photo database I have about 250 five-star pictures and the one above is in my top ten list. Going beyond that level is difficult as they, like your children, are all special in one regard or another. This particular photo has a unique story to go with it.
It was taken during our 2011 trip through eastern Canada. We started this three week venture east of Detroit MI in Windsor and ended up in Nova Scotia. The first thing I want to mention is that Canada is much different than the US. There is practically no such thing as fast food places, especially outside the major metropolitan areas. About the only places to stay the night in the hinterland is in family owned places and they vary GREATLY from one to another.
Now, getting on to the picture. It was taken along the St. Lawrence Seaway south of Montreal. I don’t remember the exact location, my camera didn’t have GPS in those days. Since motels were far and few between we decided to stop in late afternoon. There was a small sign along the road with the motel’s name. It was basically a small house and what appeared to be a pretty long chicken coop. The husband and wife owners at the small house office were friendly. We discovered that the “chicken coop” was basically about a dozen small rooms for nightly rent. The owner first told us not to drink the water. He also said the shower was kind of intermittent depending on if someone else was using theirs at the same time. Since we were only going to stay that one night and we didn’t know what was down the road we got a room.
The room was about ten foot square with a double bed, a nightstand and a chair. After checking in we spent a couple of hours sitting along the river and eating the snacks we had on hand for supper. As dusk was approaching we went to our room and discovered only one of the lightbulbs in the place worked and that the bed was basically a thin worn out mattress on some pretty hard bedsprings. I settled in for what I thought was the night. It ended up that I just couldn’t sleep with springs poking me in the back so I spent a good deal of the night in the chair.
At the first glimmer of light I decided to watch the sunrise over the St. Lawrence and maybe get a good picture. As it became lighter I discovered that I was not the only one who was up early. There was a fisherman with a very long pole sitting on a bucket about fifty yards away. I very discretely took his picture and what you see here is the result. I don’t know if he caught anything that morning but I know he never moved for the hour or so I was there….
Eventually my wife woke up, I don’t see how she managed to sleep through the night? We were on the road about an hour after sunrise but never to forgot our experience that night.