Friday, 6 July 2007

The Battery

Anne #3St. John's (a.k.a. Town) has one of the most sheltered harbours in the worlds, so no wonder that the entrance is called "The Narrows". Navies have fortified the entrance to The Narrows probably ever since the first ship entered the harbour, so that the north side of the Narrows is called The Battery. Its a great place to go at dawn, since there is nothing but ocean on the west side, at least until you get to Ireland. That's a little ways over the horizon, so not much fear of distorting a distant sun rise.

Anne and I trundled out early one morning and while we captured the fishing vessels coming and going, we also managed a few shots of the gun placements. For some strange and horrible reason, I lost over 100 shots. They transfered from the card to my hard drive, but then all files gave up the ghost and were not readable. Ouch. I guess we'll have to re-take them the next time we're in Town.

Squilliam #14Later that day I took a number of family shots. My little nephew William was first. His mother, my sister Bonnie, calls him Squills. I called him all sorts of variants on this, since he squeals, squirms, and is generally squirrelly (like any little boy). Bonnie's dog, Suzu is the cutest, smartest little dog I've yet come across. Later, I took a number of shots of my mother and step-father in their back yard. We don't have too many "portrait" type shots of them, so I figured it was time. Plus I got to try out some cross-lighting techniques using the sun and a remote flash.

Ron #1

Anne, Trish, and I then headed into Bill and Christine's cabin. From there, we went to see some icebergs stuck in Bay Roberts harbour. They were small compared to others that have come aground in the past, and I was surprised to hear the capelin scull was still on. I seem to recall that the scull was well over by July. Anyway, the colours of the icebergs is always refreshing. I hear some enterprising person is making vodka out of iceberg melt. Sounds tasty. Newfoundlanders have a reputation for doing the damnedest things. Here is a case in point: a stone fence topped by lovely flowers, with an inset sign indicating that a sewer outfall flows through it. Lovely.

Sewer Pipe

I have put all the photos from my trip home up in a Flickr set and you can see the complete slide show HERE. I have a lot more photos to publish and tales about where they were taken, and I will be putting them all in the same set.

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