St. Patrick’s Church

St. Patrick and I are relative strangers; none of my family hails from Ireland, I’m not Roman Catholic, and, insofar as hagiography goes, Patrick has never really been one of my favourites. I prefer the saints reputed to have wry senses of humour, like Lawrence or Agatha. At least, I hope Agatha was finding some…

Chilly disposition

Monday dawned with a sweeping shower of freezing rain that coated trees, roads, cars and buildings, making the driving a little interesting and the city quite pretty. I had meetings for the morning and an errand to run at lunchtime, but I managed to nab a few minutes to snap this picture up near The…

Harbouring Grace

In the town of Harbour Grace, there are many hidden gems. There are magnificent trees that dance in rings, exquisite houses, historic store fronts, secreted cemeteries and nooks and crannies just begging to be explored. There are also some pretty obvious jewels and one of those is the Cathedral of Immaculate Conception*(see note at bottom…

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…

“Not all those who wander are lost…”

‘Tis the season to read Tolkien’s works again, I believe. I read them at least once a year, from cover to cover, and every time I do, I find some new nuance or element that I had previously missed. Some books change with you and you are companions on this journey through life together. As…

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…