I keep saying that I’d like for life to slow down just a hair, but the reality is that I’m the reason that my life doesn’t have many lulls. As I’ve said before, I am the Queen of Mistaking a Level Playing Field for Room to Add Something Else. I’ve been holding that title for…
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Enchanted
There are places to which one simple visit is not enough; places that ensnare the senses and enthrall the spirit with a come-hither aura. The Faerie Ring in Harbour Grace is one such location and I’ve been itching for a chance to go back again (I visited last fall) with my new camera, a wide-angle…
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,…
A Carbonear Root Cellar
For various professional reasons, John and I took a meander out to Carbonear and Harbour Grace today. He needed to stop in and chat with a fellow named Bern Fitzpatrick and I tagged along, not entirely sure what the day might hold. As we left Harbour Grace and rode over the hill into Carbonear, we…
Fat ones, skinny ones, fair ones, too.
There must be a shoe, somewhere near Oxen Pond in the Botanical Gardens. There certainly is a woman with so many children, she doesn’t know what to do. We counted seventeen or eighteen ducklings for this mother duck, which is pretty large, considering Black Ducks usually have 6-12 eggs (Wikipedia says 6-14, my bird books…
Raising the Bar Strength & Conditioning 