There are lots of people who haven't seen all my photos yet and I often go in to check on them myself for the joy of revisiting a most pleasant and peaceful spot.
We went iceberg hunting, well, shooting , iceberg camera shooting - and had fun, here are a few ice-floats in a small inlet we happened into on the Saturday night before we headed for the Norseman to have a most delicious supper.
Peaceful little floats, just sitting there in the freezing water, leaving me thinking, geezz I am glad I am not out there in the water with them.
Two young women who also stayed at the B&B we were at said, with a grin, that by the way, icefloats are very, very slippery.
I guess one of them had wanted to jump aboard one close to the beach and ..... had landed in the water, I don't think she ended up being completely submerged and she did live to tell the story. Slippery they are and cold it was!
As we continued down the road to the Norseman we suddenly were partial to a most beautiful vista - the sky was heavy and grey and dusk was drawing near but..... right out there on the bay, at the end of the road, exactly in the direction we were going was a line of light, a ray of light, whatever the expression is, light was there and ..... in the middle of the light was a most majestic iceberg, or rather the outline of a most majestic iceberg.
It was rather enormous, we were far away and could still see it. It just sat there and sat, I guess an exercise which icebergs do very well.
One could get inspired looking at those large chunks of fresh water sitting or floating along as the oceans bid them.
Talking about inspiration, several years ago an acquaintance worked long and hard on shearing a moose hide which a friend of his had given him after a hunt.
He was very intrigued about all the fibre you find on a moose skin and was kind enough to donate the fibre to me and some other very twisted and needle sharp individuals.
Driving in Newfoundland gave me ample opportunity to look at the beautiful shapes, textures and colours of moose in general and I have once again started thinking about what I can do with the fibre which I have not yet used up.
The moose were reserved, shy and curious all at the same time.
We met a couple one night late when coming out of the sauna, they just stood there, in the yard, taking their time deciding whether to move along or not. As we moved to our cabin a fox trotted briskly along the road, on her way to ..... another meal somewhere.
The two moose here were taken at the same time as the two running ones above, right at dusk before supper.
I still haven't made up my mind what kind of creation the moose and the bag of moosefibre in the barn will move me to when I get to it, but I will share with you, what my friend Angela felt urged to use her share for.
Bird on a moose hair nest
Both of these pieces precisely and effectively utilizing the hairy stiffness and look of the moose fibre from the black garbage bag in my barn.