Melting

So much for the 10cm of late snowfall we received this morning. It’s almost all gone now, thanks to the glorious strength of the spring sun. Ah, the joys of playing with fast shutter speeds (1/3000 of a second)!

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…

A Thimble-ful of invisible cats

Up long Oxen Pond road there is an old cottage, named Thimble Cottage, which is a part of O’Brien’s Farm. It’s a beautiful little place and is a registered heritage structure. It’s quite old, very lovely and exquisitely situated. The folks in the neighbourhood are fiercely proud of it and rightfully so. As I said…

“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…

Stormy

We’ve had three storms in a week, for a total of 65cm in the past 8 days. (That’s 25.5″ for those of you of the Imperial Forces.) Three days of being trapped inside an increasingly small house and I feel a little like a pinball inside a machine, ricocheting off the four walls and scoring…

Beautiful Dreamer

The day after a snowstorm, when the snow has been deep and crisp and even, is very often beautiful. It is more beautiful still when the breaking day reveals the sun’s rays and the whole landscape glows with the newness of snow and the brilliance of post-tempest release. Today I drove down to Pouch Cove…

Snow Day

The schools called mid-morning to let us know that they would like us to come and collect our kids at lunch-time. So I trundled off in the snow and remembered to bring my camera along for the walk. The snow is falling in big, fat clumps of flakes and it is perfectly quiet out there….

Softly fallin’…

Or it was, yesterday. Today it’s blowing a mad gale outside. Winds are gusting up to 110km/h and the snow is that stick-to-the-greenhouse-and-scour-your-skin kind, which is more like ice pellets than any fairytale snow. Since I feel no need for an Arctic exfoliant, we’re tucked away indoors this morning. Time to work on projects, have…