That was to be the title of my next book. But researching that particular subject turned out to be an incredibly difficult task. Not that there wasn’t any information available. No, quite the contrary. There was too much. Thanks to a wonderful tool called Google Alerts, I was updated on water news daily. And there […]Read More Water, water, everywhere…
(Warning: content addresses adult themes – not really – and no bad photos.) It’s not like that all. We are still together and in love with each other, still! But for the previous three years, I’d been carrying on an affair, right out in the open, thank you very much, and I was still happily […]Read More Menage a Wha?
As I wrote earlier, when we were sitting in the airport, my lovely bride happened upon a postcard for a perfectly wonderful B&B. And as I wrote, I through my infinite wisdom had booked us for three nights in this wonderful place. Am I good or what? We are now on our way to this […]Read More In which I get it right.
Sounds sort of like a bad Bruce Lee film, doesn’t it? But, there are no flying fists, no crouching tigers, no leaping lizards, none of that stuff…just good old Newfoundland and its’ people. I’m now ensconced on the small island of Ramea and have started to walk around the island, it IS small, and photograph. […]Read More Enter the Wanderer with apologies to Bruce Lee…
With all apologies to the bard (Ramea, O’ Ramea, where art thou O’ Ramea?), Ramea is a small island off the southern coast of Newfoundland and I arrived safely on the good ship (well, ferry) Gallipoli. For those who may be history minded, Gallipoli is the name of a horrible battle in World War I […]Read More Abducted by sea turtles AND the talk of the town.
Burgeo, on the southern coast. (From Sailblogs.) Made it to Burgeo after a gruesomely long drive. The good news is that where I was off to next to photograph was a very small island, Ramea, on which I would be walking almost everywhere. The bad new is that when I got back to Newfoundland proper, […]Read More Look boss, the plane, the plane! No, Tattoo, that’s a boat!
Now that I’d returned to the mainland which is Newfoundland proper, I was to head to the southern coast of Newfoundland to catch another ferry to another island. Yeah, yeah, I know… (Courtesy Terry’s Bayside Getaway) But, I had a lot a traveling to do in front of me. First south, then west, then southeast, […]Read More Me and Homer….no, not Simpson!
It’s probably a good bet Jimi Hendrix was not singing about the skies in Newfoundland and more’s the pity. Nowhere have I seen a more dramatic skyscape than up on The Rock. Now you may be thinking, “It’s a sky. So what? Big deal!” Well, yeah, it is a big deal. It will show you […]Read More ‘Scuse me, while I kiss the sky.
Let me say it right up front – I like being “nowhere.” No, not just sitting around doing nothing, but being somewhere that doesn’t look or feel like anything else and has no particular name. In other words, nowhere. In Newfoundland, there is plenty of nowhere and that’s a really good thing. There is so […]Read More I’m a real nowhere man…
There used to be only the Big Three automakers – Ford, GM, and Chrysler. That was it. None of the others that populate our driveways today were in sight back then. Life it seems was much simpler then. This is a Ford. So imagine my surprise when I heard about fjords. I was certain some […]Read More There’s a fjord in your future.
Who would have thought that a popular breakfast cereal had anything in common with the Titanic? After all, even a floating case of Rice Krispies would not even be noticed by the mammoth ship as it steamed blissfully and ignorantly by the hapless krispies. It’s not like it was an iceberg or something …right? One […]Read More The 50,000 year old Rice Krispy or Snap, Crackle, Pop, (and Hiss).
During my research, I learned about Cape Spear being the eastern-most part of the North American continent. It’s actually closer to Ireland than to other parts of Canada. I think there is a certain Newfoundland pride in that fact. This is where the sun shines first, (remember 2.5 hours ahead of Central Time), on the […]Read More Ghosts of the Battery.
The moment of truth had arrived. Not the result of downing an uncounted number of Jager shots; nor the facing of a mildly enraged bull. No, those pale in comparison. With camera in hand and way too many rolls of film, I venture out to start what I came up here for… taking photographs. But, […]Read More Shooting without a license or a clue.
The day has come and I’m heading north, way north – in the winter no less! For that I grew a full beard and mustache (which in a complete surprise to me my wife loved!) in anticipation of the cold I was certain to experience while outside photographing. It turned out to be a good […]Read More He’s leaving home, bye, bye. Welcome home.
Newfoundland is an island… a very big island. At 41,000 square miles, it’s just a little smaller than the state of Tennessee. But where Tennessee is land-locked (with the exception of the Mississippi River), Newfoundland is surrounded by water, is closer to Ireland than to Ontario and is informed by that very same water. OK, […]Read More Newfoundland is BIG!