Words, even photographs, can't capture the sense of place so geographically grand, so unnaturally still and hauntinly beautiful. I felt like it was me that was the ghost, wondering through Gilliams - Bay of Islands early on a Sunday morning where age and time didn't exist, a frozen moment in time unable to see the living souls. It was like pressing ones nose up against the glass of another era, a sense of an overpowering calmness and solitude. During my search to capture the heart of Newfoundland with a camera, I unexpectedly find a bit of its soul.
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anne murphy said (28 Aug 2008):
when I was a child growing up in a newfoundland outport, my grandmother's garden had a similar fence and gate. we kids used to stick our hands through the slats to pull out the baby carrots and green onions. My grandmother would scold us if she caught us but we knew she didn't really mind. Looking at this photo brought me back to that time - to a particular and rare warm summer day and the taste of the young carrots.
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Aiden Mahoney said (29 Aug 2008):
Thank you Anne, glad you liked the Gate photo.
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Michael Lynch gave props (2 Sep 2008):
Great shot !
