Bejewelled daggers

After slogging through drifts of snow in search of  photos on a riverbank, luckily without actually physically locating the river itself with my feet, I headed home, swinging wide to see if my lens cap was still around. I have a weakness at Middle Cove Beach. I cannot stop taking pictures of this point of…

Misty, moisty morning

I took the camera along in the car with me today, not really expecting to have an opportunity to do anything with it but hoping against all hope that I might snatch a few minutes here or there to test out the capabilities of the new lens. On the way into town, we spotted beautiful…

A “Disappointed House” No Longer

For many years, I thought of this as “the disappointed house,” stealing the phrase from L.M. Montgomery. It sits at the base of a hill on Exploits Islands, just below what was a schoolhouse and above where the bridge used to be. I remember it from my childhood as “Percy Jeffrey’s House,” but it has…

Beautiful Dreamer

The day after a snowstorm, when the snow has been deep and crisp and even, is very often beautiful. It is more beautiful still when the breaking day reveals the sun’s rays and the whole landscape glows with the newness of snow and the brilliance of post-tempest release. Today I drove down to Pouch Cove…

Monday morning momentum missing

Kick-starting the week is harder in winter. In summer, I leap out of bed, game for just about anything, but this is January. January and February are the months in which I officially celebrate the wonder that is coffee. I also get myself the heck out of the house as much as possible, which seems…