'We regret to inform you ...' - The Whig Standard - Ontario, CA

'We regret to inform you ...' - The Whig Standard - Ontario, CA

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.

- John McCrae

suddenly

You're on the downslide.

But I suppose it's all Wheeeeeeeeee from here.

New Found Land - Day 6

Impressions

1. Driving is much easier than walking.
2. GPS systems that are lost aren't a lot of help.
3. The Kia Rio (my rental) might just be the worst car I've ever driven.
4. Archeological digs are cool.
5. Lighthouses are cool.

Picts

Dig.

Dug.

Dig.

Road to the lighthouse.

Lighthouse.

They really should put a fence up around the entire island.

The pool at Ferryland.

New Found Land - Day 5

Impressions

1. Railway museums should have trains.
2. The North East Harbour Walk is a long freaking way to the top of Signal Hill.
3. I'm in great shape for an 85 year old Swede.
4. Seven degrees in a blowing wind tends to be a might cold, except when you've hauled your 85 year old carcass to the top of the world again.
5. There's not a single pub between the top of Signal Hill and my B&B (without going massively up hill again). Life is so cruel to me.

Picts

This was taken from the boat the other day. If you look closely (click to embiggen) you can see the trail and stairways along the the edge of the precipice of death.

Looking back to where I entered the trail.

Back along the trail into the harbour.

No fucking kidding.

A long liner.

When I crested a brow and saw this, I said, out loud: Fuck me!

Approaching doom. It reminds me of the staircase leading to Dr. Witty's mansion.

You're killing Chris. You bastard!

Ha ha ha ha! Beat you!

New Found Land - Day 4

Impressions

1. Rain is wet.
2. The Rooms (the provincial museum and art gallery) is very good, especially on a rainy day.
3. The cafe in The Rooms has very good food.
4. The cafe in The Rooms serves Iceberg beer...made with iceberg water apparently.
5. The Liquor Store attached to the Sobeys, just up the hill (of course) from the B&B has a better selection of, well, everything than almost any LCBO I've been in.
6. You can get a lot of writing done on a rainy day. You can....doesn't mean I did.
7. Iceberg beer is the closest I'll get to an iceberg. They're all lingering up north still (icebergfinder.com).

Picts

Basilica, with street lamp and walk sign

The place

The living room

On the stairway

New Found Land - Day 3

Impressions and Picts

1. Escalators. Think about it people.
2. When you have your glasses hanging by a string around your neck, make sure you bob when the boat weaves, else, the glasses hit the rail and you watch as one of your lenses goes flying overboard.
3. Once you have one lens in your reading glasses, you have to close one eye to use them, hence looking like some stupid pirate.
4. Pirates, contrary to popular belief, did not lose an eye....they lost a lens in their reading glasses. As such, it was easier to wear a patch than close one eye when ordering dinner.
5. Arrrrrr mateys is the natural utterance of annoyance when trying to read a menu with one eye closed.
6. "Thar be dragons there" was in reference to Dragon Optometrists and not a mythical beast.
7. Long John Silver didn't have a wooden leg. He had a wooden lens (not very effective).
8. Never eat dinner at a place known for being a party bar. 
9. Whale and iceberg cruises aren't as good when there are no whales or icebergs. However, being on the water is far better than being on land (there are no hills).
10. The US Open starts really late when you're on NL time (but that's OK because it makes a great sleeping pill).
11. Time for a glass of wine.

Picts

I thought this was funny. A bit of electrical tape and there you are.

My destiny.

Following a working boat out of the harbour.

Me. The door to the head was open. There was a mirror. I took advantage of that just like some pro photog (we call ourselves photogs).

Does it look rough? It wasn't really. Windy, but an off-shore, so not really.

But tourists can always get wet.

Who's driving the boat?

Now if only Quint were balanced on the mast? It would be a great shot instead of a picture of masts and radar.