For lo’ these many years, I’ve been able to get by under the radar. That is truly one of the joys of being a photographer. I get to witness and by that, vicariously (I guess), experience a whole host of things without being the subject of them. That is the wonderful and safe anonymity of […]Read More L’il ol’ stealth me.
For a year now, arnnarn.com has been publishing my experiences in Newfoundland and about producing the book Arn? Narn. There is still more to come as we get closer to publication date – six weeks away – and I’ll still be writing about what happens afterwards! But as I have in the past, I’d like […]Read More It’s your turn.
The days of placing some ads in newspapers to herald the arrival of your book are mostly in the past. Of course that would be part of your marketing campaign today, but only a small part. The internet has changed all that. This blog is proof of that. This should be the very first thing […]Read More Dammit Jim, I’m a photographer, not a film maker!
(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?
All the good stuff that goes into conceiving a child is great. It’s the fodder of legends, songs, stories, movies, and art. And it only takes nine months. Then the hard work begins, years of being a parent which never really end even when they’re grown and move out. Nine months to the start and […]Read More A baby takes nine months; a book – maybe nine years!
Art is arguably a singular endeavor. The writer and painter, poet and dancer, composer and photographer, sculptor and weaver, almost always do it in solitary. There are, no doubt, studies of this peculiar trait inherent in the creative class. It goes beyond right brain, left brain. It is a need which manifests itself in the […]Read More It brought her to tears…the fourth note.
(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’
Even though there are many photographs to print, some are revealing themselves to be keepers right off the bat; others, ehhh, not so much. So the editing starts while I’m still printing. That should make things easier at the end, right? Not so fast, Bucko! Some become instant favorites while others are quickly relegated to […]Read More Now where’s that photo with the, the, you know…
So where is Newfoundland today in regards to where it was 20 years ago?; 10 years ago? Now? Changes have been occurring with breathtaking speed and with consequences unforeseen, almost. An incredibly beautiful place beset by the loss of fish and the discovery of oil. I’ve written and photographed about the back story in […]Read More “Oil is strong and fish is weak!”…Tert Card.
HOW DID I GET HERE? (the halfofit.blogspot.com) Up until this point, the arnnarn.com blog, has been a pretty straight path from beginning to where it is today. But, in reality like any other journey, it has not been a straight track. As such, this entry will be a little off the familiar and beaten […]Read More Musings on the road(s) taken and not taken.
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.
After escaping the clutches of the bi-churchal minister, I am now on solid ground once again, figuratively speaking, and heading back to St. John’s. I heard of a short cut that will take two hours off my impending twelve+ hour drive. Should I take it? I’ve been warned that it is not a particularly well […]Read More Whoa, there’s a moose, and another, and finally St. John’s!
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 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.
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, 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.
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.
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?
From a more hopeful time. Pardon the silliness of the title, but I’ll be off to Fogo Island on the north coast of Newfoundland. It, after arriving in St. John’s, will be the first stop in my second […]Read More I go, you go, Fogo!
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.
One of the nice things about being a photographer is that as you develop your film and make proof sheets, you get to relive the entire experience… but from afar in time and distance. Photographs you don’t remember taking (hopefully this is not an age-related issue) are revealed and you now see for real what […]Read More Damn… oh, well.
A sportscaster once said of his departure from ESPN’s Bristol, Connecticut studio that the best thing about working there was seeing it in his rearview mirror. That is exactly the opposite of how I felt as I prepared to return home after two incredible weeks in Newfoundland. I wished it were still before me through […]Read More In the rearview mirror…figuratively.
At this point, I’d been on the not-so-tropical island of Newfoundland photographing for nearly two weeks and traveling well-over 3,500 miles while doing so. Yet, laying underneath in the psychic morass known as my mind was the small, festering question as to whether or not I had achieved that for which I had come. If […]Read More What I really, really wanted…
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.
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.
Everyone knows travel has become increasingly difficult. I wouldn’t be surprised that if before long, you’ll have to stand before a painted silhouette of a person to make sure you’re tall enough to board your flight. The logistics of traveling with a large amount of photographic equipment presented its own unique issues. It’s not a […]Read More Oh no! My shoes don’t match the bag!
Confession – I didn’t know anyone in Newfoundland, much less anyone who ever went there. I needed someone whose feet were on the ground with whom I could bounce ideas off of and ask numerous yet probably meaningless questions. Back to the internet and a search for photographers in Newfoundland. And there were more than […]Read More In which our intrepid hero reaches out…