Doesn't get much better than a road trip with your sister and one of your best friends!
I am just back from a week away that saw us go from St. John's to Stephenville, with a few stops in between, and a slight detour up the Northern Peninsula.
The trip would have been two weeks had I stopped at all the places I wanted; apparently, you can't do it all.
We started out at Max Simms Camp just outside Bishop Falls for an event called BOW- Becoming an Outdoors Woman.
According to their website: "The Becoming an Outdoors Woman (BOW) Program is a workshop for women who wish to learn new outdoor recreation skills or enhance their knowledge of fishing, hunting and other outdoor activities". There were sessions in fly fishing, outdoor survival, archery, rifle shooting, and kayaking, just to name a few. I delivered a Nature Photography course. The camp was well run, educational, and loads of fun.
I took these pictures almost two months ago and am just now getting around to processing them. It has been that kind of summer.
Mistaken Point. According to the NL Wilderness and Ecological Reserves website: "Embedded in the planes of Mistaken Point's tilted and cleaved mudstone and sandstone, exposed by the pounding of the Atlantic waves, are fossils of the oldest creatures—in fact, the oldest complex life forms—found anywhere on Earth. Known to scientists as the Ediacara biota, they are creatures that lived 575 to 542 million years ago, when all life was in the sea". I couldn't have said that any better myself.
Burnt Head Loop is a beautiful coastal hike in Cupids, NL. According to Trail Peak "...great for all ages, passes by fine coastal scenery and should take no more than 1 - 1.5 hours". The trail has ample signage and, in September, there are oodles of blueberries and butterflies.
The first time I hiked Burnt Head Loop was for a wedding. It is not a challenging trail, but I definitely wouldn't recommend hiking it in heels. Thanks to the bride and groom, we were wise to the footwear requirement and all went well. And when the groom finally showed up (after getting waylaid coming from town) the ceremony went off without a hitch. It was very special. But then, would you expect any less from a wedding taking place in a community named Cupids?
Looks like we made it through! Again! Phew. It was touch-and-go there for a bit, but we have yet another winter under our belts and I have several croci to prove it.
Last year, I did a shoot of my first batch of crocuses, but I wasn't happy with the depth-of-field (DoF) I achieved in those shots. This year I decided to take a more calculated approach, by using a depth-of-field calculator and a measuring tape. Can't get much more calculating than that!
Fiddle heads. The furled frond of the Ostrich fern. Phew. That is a mouthful!
I've long wanted to try them. Straight from the woods. Fresh. Local. Free! Sauteed with a bit of butter and garlic. Sounds intriguing.
Hope springs eternal!
Alexander Pope's proverbial expression is what always comes to my mind in the spring when I see a crocus poking its delicate petals through the desolate ground here in Newfoundland and Labrador. We all know, only to well, that it will be well into summer before the local flora experience anything that resembles hospitable. But don't tell the crocuses that...what they don't know can't hurt them!
Well, we had our first snowfall late in November and I was feeling optimistic that we might have a deliciously snowy Christmas, like last year.
The snow is all gone now, but I haven't yet given up hope that it will be back with a vengeance before long!
The boys put some lights on the tree at the end of the driveway and it looked so pretty after that first snowfall that I had to sneak a few pictures.
The first snowfall. It has been the topic of lots of poems and songs over the years. I have this 'thing', some kind of neuronal tick, that connects my sentiments to song lyrics so that when I am feeling a particular sentiment a line from a song will pop into my head that somehow addresses the sentiment. Well, each year during the first snowfall I find myself singing ''...there's a kind of hush..." a lot. That is one of the defining features of the first snowfall. A muffling of sound and smells; a hush.
As I mentioned in a previous post, if it is moving I can't photograph it! Wildlife photography will never be my forte.
Photographing food and flowers is doable for me because, for the most part, food and flowers don't move. But there is a critical element to this type of photography that does move...the sun!
I have an Uncle Fred who isn't my uncle. He's my cousin. First cousin once removed, to be exact. But I call him Uncle Fred because, well...that's what we call older gentlemen around the bay. Uncle. A sign of respect in a lot of small communities.
Uncle Fred is an entrepreneur by nature. He has started lots of businesses over the years. He ran a motel. He ran a gas station. He ran a liquor store. He ran away from home with my Dad once...but only for a brief randy and only to Norris Point! Another story for another time.
Uncle Fred was always in the busing business and, at one point, had tour buses servicing beautiful Gros Morne National Park. One day a tourist, pointing to some flowers in the ditch, asked him, "What are those flowers called?". Uncle Fred replied with, "side-of-the-roadums". Quick thinker, that Uncle Fred.
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