This September evening was quiet, and the air was still. The crows were calling from Irene's roof and chimney next door to other crows on treetops and power poles throughout the neighbourhood.
The harbour was calm where the small container ship headed into port along the inside passage.
You could still hear the faint sound of swells breaking just beyond the lighthouse as the sun dropped in the sky, but the reflection was steady in the water.
The light was lovely enough to get Lorraine out on the deck with her camera.
The bright white Carnival Glory started to head out to sea.
And the growing moon appeared from among the clouds with their hints of pink above the grey band of fog as the evening continued to drop away into nighttime.
