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…

In the name of France, I claim this shed…..

(I wonder how many of you I’d lose if I wrote this post entirely in French?) It doesn’t take much to pique my interest and a brightly-coloured house with two bright-hued dories out front along with a beautifully-textured shed sporting brilliantly-yellowed doors is bound to  it, with or without a French flag and a snow…

Surfacing

In between things today, I took a spin out to Portugal Cove and St. Philips, two little communities that now form one and where there are occasionally little gems of discoveries to be made. I particularly wanted to troll around near the old church (more on that later) and the coves. When I’m by myself,…

“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….

Conception Harbour, Take 2

We left Brigus and were cruising merrily along the road in the direction of St. John’s, our next task being to secure sufficient ice cream for the troops. John was driving. I was navigating. Katherine was scoping out likely ice cream destinations. Suddenly I turned to John and said, “Can you turn this car around…

Avondale Station, everybody out!

Today we went exploring, as we are prone to doing in winter. Truth to tell, we’re pretty much prone to dropping everything and wandering off vaguely, quite of our own accords at any season of the year, but we make a pointed effort to do so in winter so as to avoid doldrums (which are…