My post is a little late, not the usual 23:23 time slot, lots of rendering and tweaking last night so I am getting at this first thing. Not much to say with words today, but the work is quite well suited to replace my words. Besides, words are for categorizing and controlling according to Burroughs.
Yesterday was a very busy day of capturing sounds and images. It was quite windy and many interesting ideas came from that.
A bit further on the road is a community called Crow Head, like many communities is is quite striking to see how people live in this landscape. I am really quite mazed at the locations for many of the houses, they must have been very laborious to build, to just get the materials on site.
I will return to do some work on some of the hiking trails, specifically the one around Long Point Lighthouse. It somewhat reminds me of the hike around Signal Hill, but with a less urban surrounding. I also imagine an awesome view of the cliff faces, I’ll have to be sure to go in the morning the the light is full on this side of the cliff face.
Since moving to Newfoundland, I have continually found myself in touch with a part of the province with historic linkages to France. I am Acadien and also have a particular relationship with France. What I am finding the most fascinating is how our views of “the other” are different as they are the same.
A mixture of trepidation and acceptance by necessity seems to be always present. When I first met my father in law, who I truly love, he first showed me a membership card to an Orange Lodge… and then one for another. He looked at me with a smile, and I understood that he understood. This has been my experience here.
I spend a good bit of time camping and touring the Port au Port peninsula and I find my experience similar in most aspects. I actually walked the trail that Émile Benoit would take to play fiddle in Cap St. George from his home in Mainland… a good hike.
Now I find myself in Twillingate, and I learned it was first named Tourlinguet because of its appearance to Tourlinguet on the Brest Peninsula in France. What follows are my images from Twillingate with an image from Google Maps. A bit random, but I made connections.
In 1888, Geogina Stirling took to the stages of Europe as Marie Tourlinguet, a stage name taken from the French spelling of Twillingate.
From the paths of Twillingate to the streets of Paris, from church basements to the opera houses of Europe, Marie Tourlinguet sang to the world in a career which spanned two continents and reached into the next century. (courtesy the Twillingate Museum)
The original post included text from the Canadian Encyclopedia that is not entirely accurate. I was corrected by the author of the book you can find at the following link, “The Heart’s Obsession” by Tonia Evans Cianciulli.
This is a recent and complete reflection on Georgina Sterling’s life.