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.
The cove on the south side of Crow Head.
Walker on the Lighthouse Trail.
The Long Point Lighthouse
The cove on the south side of Crow Head from the other side.
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.
Today I was reacquainted with a long lost love, the fish plant. There is something about these places that simply inspired so many things for me. They stand in the middle of communities and yet represent hard labour in cold dank spaces with cement floors. And they do seem to carry a certain fishy odour so no one wants to live next to them.
Notre Dame Fisheries Plant
To me, they seem oddly attractive; alluring even. I have always been attracted to landscapes marked by industry and commerce. The sheets of sheet metal, corrugated or not become silky surfaces where one can tough the effects of time.
These landscapes speak of how we see the land and how we use it as we see fit. This is all changing now, there is a new appreciating for the impact of human life on the planet.
Bent (XXIII)
This is my second day here. I was pretty productive, getting to find those special spots to explore and meeting a few local folk. One hello even invited me into his home to show me some of his special objects. The living room was full of classic books and curious objects from around the world. I am certain I will visit again.
Ladder, wood that appears to be for mounting things but no evidence of what might have been mounted on these blocks.
I also recorded some sound at the government wharf, today was not a big day for the fishermen, those ships stayed in port. But a Coast Guard cutter and many pleasure craft were out and about on this remarkably beautiful day.
A better move toward le lendemain et le surlendemain. Ici et là. Plutôt qu’immédiat à la vieille veille du jour autour qui tourne toujours, en ronds asymétriques. A little frustrated at the changing routines of day light, of the beginning of the days that come too quickly for the shift change. That are not quiet or accommodating.
Criss Cross, parking for blue zoners. Wider and more convenient.
