Just for some fun… check out the lyrics and then the article. “The Mermaid” When I was a lad in a fishing town Me old man said to me: “You can spend your life, your jolly life Just sailing on the sea. You can search the world for pretty girls Til your eyes are weak […]Read More Mermaids, oh my!
If anyone ever wants to move to another country and apply for citizenship of said country, there are myriad hoops to jump through, not to mention the legal fees involved. I know as I’ve aimlessly looked into it. Over the past few years, as Arn? Narn. became less of an idea, dream, and project and […]Read More Arn? Narn. nation.
I Just received this this morning from a friend of mine in Newfoundland. Sometime ago, I wrote about Mummering at Christmas time in Newfoundland. This little poem does a good job in describing it. Hope you enjoy it. A Newfoundland Christmas by James Rogin ‘Twas a night after Christmas in old Newfoundland. The fire in […]Read More A Newfoundland Christmas post-Christmas poem
Now we all know Jon Stewart is busy with the last week of the show for 2012. And we also know there have been Jon Stewart sightings in NYC stores and New Jersey malls purchasing Hanukkah gifts for his friends and family. (Hey, Jon?! How about a few copies of my photo-documentary book, Arn? Narn […]Read More Report from the trenches.
As Sherlock Holmes was fond of saying, “Watson, the game is afoot.” And so it is, so it is. I am encouraging any and all of this blog’s readers to help me in my quest, not for the grail, but something equally hard to achieve: a guest spot on The Daily Show with Jon Stewart. […]Read More I warned you, Stewart. But, noooo, you didn’t want to listen.
If this were the 1940’s or some such bygone era, the newsreels would be filled with footage of countries arming themselves to the teeth in expectation of battle. Black and white images of soldiers marching off to confrontations yet unplanned, kissing their loved ones goodbye, and smiling innocently. This is nothing like that. This will […]Read More So it begins…
Last night being All Hallow’s Eve, I couldn’t help but put something of a Newfoundland spin on it. At Christmas time in Newfoundland, in addition to all the normal festivities including the prerequisite kitchen parties, is the custom of Mummering. I’ve written about this previously, but I’ll recap. Complete strangers, oddly dressed, descend upon unsuspecting […]Read More We interrupt this blog to bring you… Halloween.
For years, I’ve unknowingly been using the Julian calendar to plan my days, appointments, and whatnot to bring some order to my life. Until now, it’s never failed me. It’s orderly – seven days, always following the same sequence, starting on Sunday- ending on Saturday, only to do it all over again, fifty-two times each […]Read More And what calendar are you on sir?
(phdinparenting.com) As a writer, I’m a pretty good photographer. Conversely, as a photographer, I probably needed to go back to school, maybe even pre-school. I have always played well with others, but I didn’t like sharing. (Sorry for the digression.) Put a camera in my hands and I’m pretty fearless. Not war photographer fearless, but […]Read More The New 3 “Rs” – Readin’, ‘Ritin’ and Rewritin’
Frustrations taken out on an innocent calculator. Do not try this at home! Math was never a strong suit of mine. Hell, why should it be? I’m right-brained and proud of it! Let someone else with a pocket protector do that work – Hey, I’m busy creating here! And truthfully and thankfully, there are people […]Read More I suck at math.
An artist’s rendering of the photographer in his darkroom, not quite. (farmflavor.com) OK, the only part of that title that’s true is being in the dark. Some people supposedly near and dear to me would agree that I’m in the dark about most things. And I would protest…somewhat. At this point, I’m spending a hell […]Read More Sometimes I feel like a mushroom, they keep me in the dark and feed…
As I would have done it. (chinamike) My one-man invasion of Ramea is complete. I had taken the island by storm (yeah, right!) and it is mine…on film at least. There were no hostages taken except my heart to these wonderful people. As I did do it. Sort of, but with a smile. I’ve learned […]Read More A thundering herd of…one?
Or so goes the title song from the movie “Fame”. It is still several months away from the publication of my photography book “Arn? Narn.”. Yet, even this far out, interrupting of what I’m sure for my dear readers is a riveting accounting of my travails in the darkroom, I am cranking up the star-making […]Read More Fame! I’m gonna live forever!
Filled with the spirit from the Sunday morning church service, I now wander, in search of lunch and additional spirit, over to Red’s to see if indeed they’re open. Indeed they are. In the previous post I mentioned someone was eyeing me while I sat having a beer at Red’s, not necessarily with bad intent, […]Read More Ah, spirit… after church and now at Red’s.
It’s Sunday morning. I had my coffee, it’s just grey outside, too early for Red’s (do they open on Sunday?), too early for most things after a kitchen party. So I’m wandering around on a rather quiet morning and notice a small but steady stream of people walking towards something. To where? I’ll follow in […]Read More Losing my religion… not exactly.
The afternoon was spent walking around the island taking pictures of local signage, laundry lines, wind turbines, boats (mostly in dry dock as there was no fishing here either), and coves. If it moved I photographed it. If it stood still, I photographed it. Yup, there I was again, taking pictures of nothing! But really […]Read More Part 2: Kicking back at Red’s Lounge…
When traveling, one of the best ways to get the feel, the flavor, and the social climate of a new locale is to visit the local watering hole. And on Ramea. the best one is Red’s Lounge. Red’s being the best bar/lounge is not only my opinion, it’s also the opinion of all the locals […]Read More Kicking back at Red’s Lounge, meeting the locals, being told where to go (in the nicest way possible, this is Newfoundland after all), and having my first beer in Ramea. Part 1.
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.
Now, I’m not going to say I was feeling Like Leonardo in the movie. Nor was there, regrettably, a counterpart to Kate Winslet standing bravely by my side either. But, I was on a boat in the seas off Newfoundland and there was a lot of ice in the water. And it was in early […]Read More Bartender to me – “Would you like that on the rocks?” Not funny.
Sometime during this, my second trip to Newfoundland, I mused upon the events that led me there. Having previously written about how this whole idea came about, this is not to be a rehashing of that. I’ll probably indulge myself to do so though at some future time begging one’s patience. It’s also not how […]Read More How did I get here?
Living Planet, St. Johns, NFLD It’s all about the music – the only “weapons” in this picture are musical instruments. Imagine driving around for several thousand miles in silence. You could sing to yourself – that’s an option but one that runs out of novelty real fast. You could also play license plates by yourself […]Read More “If the devil will take her…”
If you’re a bicyclist, you know that in a match-up of rider vs. car, the car always wins. However, in the Newfoundland game of anything vs. moose, the moose almost always wins. These things are (sorry, Mr. Trump) HUGE! At the shoulder they are 6-7 feet high. Add the neck, head, and antlers, and well, […]Read More Moose vs. World
New Year’s Eve in a shanty sounds a lot worse than it really is. Shanty doesn’t have the same connotation in rural Newfoundland as it does in the States. A shanty is the small building/house/cabin on the coast used by fishermen as a residence when going to and coming from the sea. It is for […]Read More Man Cave by the sea.
One of the small pleasures in traveling is watching local television. Usually it’s some buffoonish weatherman trying out material for his audition reel. Other times it can be just the silliness of a marble-mouthed reporter unable to pronounce the name of a perp or a foreign town. That said, I’ve nothing to say about Newfoundland […]Read More “We’re not fulltime stupid.” Really?
On the western coast of Newfoundland, I drive through such towns as Cow Head, Sally’s Cove, Three Mile Rock, (not to be confused with the atomic town in Pennsylvania), and Spudgels Cove. (Who was Spudgels that he was important enough to have a cove named after him?) Each one of these has it’s own personality […]Read More Lobsters and a screw cap.
There’s a saying that goes, “If you remember Woodstock, you probably weren’t there.” Now, I won’t say I don’t remember my first night in Newfoundland, I do, but there are one or two things I’m uncertain about. Well, only one thing. And that’s becoming an Honorary Newfoundlander. How does one go about that you say? […]Read More Screeches in the night…doobie doobie doo.
The very funny, British comedian Eddie Izzard does a wonderful bit about imperialism. In it, he talks about invading countries taking over foreign lands. It seems that if the occupied country has no flag, then it is fair game for the invaders. Thankfully for Newfoundland, it has a flag and a unique one it is. […]Read More Do you have a flag?
When I started my research for this book, as then yet unnamed, I wanted to get an idea of the geography and how people lived in Newfoundland. One of the first things I obtained was a map and that in itself was quite entertaining. It seemed like the Newfoundlander sense of humor had a lot […]Read More Joe Batt’s Arm… not necessarily a limb.