Lost in time... and chaos.   

Sorry for not blogging more... will get right to it... here is a photo of Mom's genie bottle, after her transition from flesh to spirit.  

Mom's funeral was a celebration of love, family and friends.  She was a complex woman (take it as you will) but at no moment did her love not shine strong.  Even at the most complex of times, love burned.

Spontaneous song, poems, words rose in this funeral.  She helped so many people face illness and death in their own lives, and realize that there is indeed something beyond. 

Winter on the Tablelands

Why I Love Winter on the Tablelands

Trout River Pond in Winter

What to say: this place is meant to be experienced only in winter.   Sublime and surreal.   Primitive.  Astounding.

Trout River Pond in March

the killing moon

well, it is the time in the year that the snow is starting to stick, that the ground starts to freeze.   It's the time of the slaughter too.  

The moose hunt has been on since the first weekend in September, and it has been a slow hunt.  Moose don't seem to be as abundant as they once were in the park, nor out in Zone 5, just outside the south part of the park.  

The turkeys, ducks and chickens mostly are killed, and the last few have a short span left... they are filling freezers.   Calves and cattle coming in from Chimney Cove are being slaughtered too, hanging to chill in barns and sheds throughout Trout River.   Not too many lambs were around to become roasts: the coyotes had really hit the sheep hard this summer.

The pigs are being done now too.   I never went to say hi to our pig: I love pigs as animals toooooo much.   I am upset about the pig going.   He had a happy life though, in his little barn by the sea, being fed leftover scraps and apples fallen on frozen ground.  

5 Weeks of Blizzards

Been trying to get out and get some air... but 5 weeks of blizzard have been crazy!!!  We have been housebound and going steadily more stir crazy.  Keep the axes away from us.  Even the Anglican Minister is starting to look suprisingly like Jack Nicholson in the Shining.

Photos would consist of driving snow.  Winds gusting to 110 km/hr, but usually just blowing at 50-60 km/hr.   In 5 weeks of snow, we've gotten about 3.3 meters of snow (more than 9 feet!!).

A peak at the Tablelands between storms.

Tablelands in Winter

Winter, 2010 has been warm and grey and rainy.   But, here are some photos of other winters to get everyone ready for what should come...

Gros Morne Mountain, from the WP town Trail

Winter seems to come and go late fall.  Snow here, then gone.  Sun one moment, then gone too.   Rain, mist, all too often.  One day, warm South-westerlys,  the next, bitter Northerlies.   When the sun comes, people sneak out of doors.  things can be left for later.  Even Pete stands in front of his building, enjoying what little moments of sun come our way.

The light and the sky are dramatic and more powerful than the land and the sea.  That is what happens here in November, December.  On the Tablelands today, the light was so low that the shadows of crept across the rocky barrens for dozens of feet.  The faint tracks of caribou seemed much deeper and darker in that low angle light, as if they're written in ink on the ground, rather than by dust.