A return to Grates Cove

“It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings This has been a long time in coming. Almost six years, in fact. In July of…

The Big River, Flatrock

If you park your car at the Church in Flatrock and wander north-east along the main road, you’ll soon come to a small road off to your right called “Hickey’s Lane”.  Turning right along Hickey’s Lane and heading downhill will drop you neatly onto the East Coast Trail, heading north. You can walk this trail…

When the whales come….

Here in Newfoundland, it isn’t Easter that promises Spring and its joyously heralded successor, Summer. No, in Newfoundland, when April and May arrive, we recognise with a certain pragmatism, that this is only the beginning of the beginning of waiting for Spring and possibly Summer. Spring is a fickle creature here. It comes and goes,…

Be a beacon: Cape Race

Part of our foray down the coast last weekend was a trip to Cape Race Lighthouse. John and I ventured out here once before, about a month ago, and it was so stormy and miserable that you couldn’t see anything. This was a much more pleasant excursion. Assuming you have driven all the way to…

Boo!

Two of the things that I most love about driving down through the southern-most tip of the Avalon Peninsula, are the vast and seemingly endless stretches of untrammelled openness and the abundance of wildlife that inhabits these tundras. A lot of what you see between Cape Race and Cape Pine looks like this: I never…

Windows and transparency

Churches are fascinating places to my eyes, particularly when empty. When a building that is designed to house a group of people with a common purpose is stripped of those people, even temporarily, it is like removing the leaves from a tree or the clothes from a body; the elegance of the lines and bones…

Waiting for spring…

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. ~Hal Borland To get me through these long stretches of winter, I often troll back through pictures of previous years’ springs and summers. Hope is wherever you can find it sometimes and evidence that winter ends is essential. Generally speaking, I actually get more solace from…

Maimed

Six and a half years ago, while out on an autumnal exploration in October of 2005, I took this picture of the old Anglican Church in St. Philip’s Newfoundland. Built in 1894, this church building housed the heart of a community for many, many years. A new church building has since been built nearby and…