Sea Fever

Masefield had it right. We took a walk on Middle Cove Beach yesterday evening and found a bit of sea and spring fever..  

Freshwater, Conception Bay

I’m not sure how many places named “Freshwater” there are in Newfoundland. John and I have a running joke, whenever we encounter one, in which we start reeling off the Freshwaters and associating them with events or features that make them unique. For instance, there’s Freshwater-where-we-camped-near Motion-Head, Freshwater-with-the-big-beach-on-the-way-to-Cape-Spear, Freshwater-down-Placentia-way-with-the-trail-that-we-haven’t-done-yet, Freshwater-near-Carbonear-with-the-marvelous-old-houses-and-root-cellars and so forth. In fact,…

Berg worshippers

One of the icebergs that has been hovering just off the coast nestled itself into Tor Bay today, strewing bergy bits throughout the cove and attracting photographers and sight-seers of all sorts. Two women donned wetsuits (or possibly dry suits), hauled surfboards out of the back of a pickup truck, and paddled out a good…

Another gasp of winter

This shot was taken along the East Coast Trail, near the Ocean Sciences Centre, in Logy Bay. The view of Red Cliffs from here is spectacular and ever-changing. I was struck by the crispness of the light and the way in which the new snow (hopefully the last for the year!) outlines the details of…

Night on the Islands

Night is different on Exploits Islands, a resettled community where we spend part of our summer. When there is no electricity (or minimal, at any rate, as some folk have generators) and there are no cars, night becomes a much more viscous phenomenon, with a texture and an energy of its own. Walking the paths…

Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning….

…. and the first thing that I heard, Was a song outside my window, And the traffic wrote the words. – Joni Mitchell Or rather, the garbage truck wrote the words and it was a made scramble for the recycling, tossing this into that and those into these and pelting out to the curb in…

Cupids. Not Brigus. Oops.

After lunch, the sun jumped out, the sky turned blue, the snow stopped and we went to Cupids. In my last post I did say we’d go to Brigus next, didn’t I? Right. I lied. But you’ll like Cupids. I promise. Cupids is actually just north of Brigus and we decided to swing through the…