Interviewer: Hello and welcome to this exclusive interview with the author and photographer of the book “Arn? Narn.”, Bruce Meisterman. Thanks for coming here today Mr. Meisterman. (ossipeevalley.org) Bruce: Thank you. I’m very happy to be here with you and please, call me Bruce. I: OK then,… uh – Bruce. How did you come up […]Read More Exclusive, first time ever, not seen on any cable networks, other blogs, or even tweeted about yet… imaginary interview. Part 1.
I’m not getting out much anymore. Sounds almost like a song. No, that’s “Don’t get around much anymore.” Good try. Johnny, show Bruce what he’s won. No, I’m not getting out. There is a lot of work to do on this book. While I’m deeply involved in now creating the bones for “Arn? Narn.”, I […]Read More Partridgeberry jam: Nectar of the Gods.
Happy, happy, joy, joy! It’s just a little bit of silliness from the old “Ren and Stimpy” cartoon show. You can learn a lot about a person based on what movies and TV they watch. An astute reader of this blog will no doubt know which music turns me on; which movies I like to […]Read More Happy, happy, joy, joy!
I find myself thinking of a now-friend, but initially just an Newfoundland craftsman I met on my first trip up there. He is older now, 91, and isn’t turning bowls and such any longer. In an e-mail I’ve received from him recently, he states that his “Dr. advised (him) to leave off or I may […]Read More Revisiting Granny.
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.
When I started this photography book project, it (not unlike Newfoundland in the stamp above) seems like a millennium ago. The possibility of publication seemed like such a distant dream. Over time, each one of the goals had been met leading to last summer’s signing of my first book contract. My publisher, Gosslee, has now […]Read More Holding my breath.
No, it’s not the Beatles’ song “Number 9.” It’s a goal. Over the past few months, I’ve been blogging about Newfoundland, its charms, quirkiness, and its overall wonderfulness… all in advance of my book “Arn? Narn.” As followers of this blog already know, the upcoming book “Arn? Narn.” (due out this fall) is a black […]Read More Number 9, number 9…
Over the past few months, I’ve been blogging about Newfoundland, its charms, quirkiness, and its overall wonderfulness… all in advance of my book “Arn? Narn.”* As followers of this blog already know, the upcoming book “Arn? Narn.”** (due out this fall) is a black & white photo-documentary of disappearing rural Newfoundland. And it, with a […]Read More Is that an asterisk or are you just happy to see me?
Currently indigenous to Newfoundland are moose, caribou, salmon, and some remaining cod. There are no naturally residing canaries on the island. However, in this case, the island itself was the canary. Why is Newfoundland important? In much the same way the canary in a coal mine is important. That bird is an early warning of […]Read More Canary in the global coal mine.
This is a different post than usual. I’m seeking to get more followers to this blog. Currently, I’m only 21 away from my target number. An old Newfoundland flag. As followers of my blog already know, the upcoming book “Arn? Narn.” (due out this fall) is a black & white photo-documentary of disappearing rural Newfoundland. […]Read More “Arn? Narn.” Do you feel lucky?
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.
Newf-a-licious – it sounds like it could be a TV show on Bravo, E!, or Oxygen. Happily, it’s not that at all. Instead, it’s a word just coined to describe native Newfoundland cuisine. Oh, all the expected dishes are available and there are some very fine restaurants pushing the envelope for the foodies out there. […]Read More Newf-a-licious!
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?
The Town Manager Newfoundland is the kind of place that one can walk into the Town Manager’s office and ask to see him/her…and get an audience. And that’s just what I did based on the suggestion of my photographer friend Randy. Since I was going to be hanging around the town and the island of […]Read More Bruce meets Bruce.
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…
Yup, I was going back to Newfoundland. Was I upset by this? Hell, no. I couldn’t wait and this time it was to be for three whole weeks, not two as in the previous year. And my passport was still current. While I had to do a lot of research and planning for the first […]Read More Passport, please.
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
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.
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.
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).
Scene from “The Shipping News” There are those who believe that close proximity to fame will allow that very same fame to rub off on them. About all that accrues from these multiple degrees of separation is that one could say so-and-so slept here and well, so did they. What else could explain the countless […]Read More Kevin Spacey slept here.
from Living Planet, St. John’s, Nfld. “Free Newfoundland” is not a coupon or a buy one, get one free deal. It was a light-hearted marketing piece that touched a few nerves. The “Free Newfoundland” (my quotation marks) movement isn’t a movement per se like the the very real separatist group in Quebec. Rather it is […]Read More Free Newfoundland!
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.
What is it about fog that lends itself to: romance; fear; danger; mystery; sadness; and a whole host of other emotions? Personally, I like fog. I like how it quietly transforms whatever it envelops into something new and somewhat other-worldly. It lends itself to the imagination. Sounds change. Landscapes can disappear, reappear, and disappear once […]Read More Sinking in the fog.
Pretty much every culture has a way of maximizing their foods and recycling heretofore inedible scraps of food detritus. And if it’s a fancy restaurant, they’ll give it a posh name and charge dearly for it. How else could one explain veal cheeks? Please do not confuse this with cod cheeks; the concept is the […]Read More Scrunchions and my new BFF.
Newfoundland is not like anywhere else. That’s a good thing. As I mentioned in an earlier post, it’s big – 41,000 square miles of cod-loving goodness. And traveling around the province in the small outports, one can get a real flavor for the island. But try and get something to eat and you’ll find the […]Read More You want chips with that?
A one cent postal stamp. This is the biggest fish story ever and it’s all true. Really. For over 500 years, cod reigned supreme in Newfoundland. Cod was so plentiful that it was thought that it would never run out. This fish was what the Newfoundland economy was based upon. It, as much as the […]Read More Cod almighty!
If you’re a bird watcher, this is for you. If not, maybe the snarky comments will hold your interest. Cape St. Mary’s is in the part of Newfoundland, located on the southern tip of the southwestern arm of the Avalon Peninsula, known as the Irish Loop. It plays host to the second largest northern gannet […]Read More 50,000+ Tickleasses and watching your step.