
Many quiet mornings Peter stole gently out of the house in a rugged pair of jeans and golf polo with only his wife aware of his leaving, a camera strapped round his hand and keys in the other.
He was to be the sole spectator of an ongoing masterpiece
displayed by the Creator and his "gentle Island" on one of the Island's most secret shores. The setting? Grand River in Bayside, PEI. The spectacle?
Morning. In all its renowned glory. Nostalgic purples and shy

blues, throwing off the cloak of night and giving way to glowing harmonies of corals and golds.
A peacefully sleeping bay awakened suddenly with a splashes of day all around, morning birds chirping companionably, the slight chill warming by degrees and the smell of morning dew escaping into the perfume of pungent daisies and pearl and amethyst clover.

Footprints only were left.
Snapshots only were taken.
Or maybe by accident something else was also taken. An inspiration. In the midst of all this sweet, silent Island beauty, Peter stumbled upon the ideal name for such wonder.
The Solitudes at Bayside.