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…

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….

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…