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…

Lens play to start the day

I’m not one for getting technology or gadgetry to do all the work for me, but there are certain tools that can make a job easier. One that I have wanted, particularly for photographing my work and for dealing with low-light or reduced-natural-light situations is a lens with a particularly large aperture. Last night I…

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…

“In the depths of winter…”

… I find myself hoping that Camus is right. I could use an invincible summer right about now. I spent the day spinning and working away on a project that involves the fleece from a Jacob sheep, a vast amount of graph paper and some particularly choice words. More later, when all can be revealed….