A lonely cabin and a fresh source of water on the barren planes of the Southern Avalon.

Torrs Cove

Such a close drive from the big city but my first time witnessing such tranquility in such a powerful place.
The 16 ft'ers waiting for opening day of the recreational food fishery. Today in fact (Jul,24)... My first and probably only catch consisted of a 1 and 2 pound cod.
One island in the far distance awaits obtainable adventures.
Looks like a face out of water. A rock face staring at the stars.

Panoramic of a beautiful sunset. The arc above the clouds is'nt from distorsion.
Ripples in the water as the float plane takes off to beat the setting sun.
A dragon fly rests to digest his feed of flies. If only there were millions more like this fella.

And they have lift off. Another flight of anxious workers eager to see civilization.

Another close up of a beautifully lit sky.

More from Labrador

Rain drops hitting a quiet pond tucked away behind tall Labrador black spruce. I dont think these lilly pads could hold the heavy toads common to the marshes.

A beautifully bright red fire in the evening sky. Although this is a small fraction of the sunset it leaves the mind to dream of the entire picture. Flourishing bog hole at the top of a high rock mountain. Im sure the water runs deep into the cracks.

Labrador and Newfoundland. Rich in resources our efforts are becoming focused to the North.

We stumbled upon a family of baby patrige when the protecting mother risked her life to lead us astray. She finally ended up in this tree. Free from danger and a good place to watch over her young.

Bear on the beach

I was trying to photograph a loon in the water when I noticed a bear accross the pond trying to capture the bird in a different way.

Then he caught the smell of camp a started walking along the shore. I think the Prime rib we had for supper got his attention.

When I thought he had left into the forest he took one last look from behind the bushes. Planning a late night mission to track down some food perhaps.

A Taste of Home

The Coast Guard departing from St. John's. Looking from Fort Amherst.

Quidi Vidi harbour. A narrow passage in the shadow of St.John's with a preserved Newfoundland culture.


The battery with an extra splash of colour. A place where traditional newfoundland can stare at the seemingly unorganized development in modern St.John's.
The pure energy of wave power. Imagine the power transfer from one of these waves with a proper swell turbine. An equal amount in adrenaline surges through my body. A natural addiction.

Still Water

Like a split dimension, beauty is multiplied when the winds reside.
Which course you choose gives destiny, great things things hide on the other side. Your body is a boat to lay aside on the far shore, and ask what you want no more.