Somewhere between the last days of summer and the first cold breath of winter, autumn painted the shoreline. A lone yellow dory rested on perfectly still water, surrounded by the fiery reds, burnt oranges and fading greens of the season. Not a breath of wind disturbed the surface, leaving the little boat suspended between two worlds - one above, and another reflected perfectly below. For a few quiet moments, the water became a mirror and Newfoundland’s autumn colours seemed to stretch on forever. 🍂