S: Journey Through Newfoundland and Labrador
FC: Newfoundland and Labrador A Photo Journey by Donna Boyce | 2012
1: We begin at the beginning and go on until the end...
2: Good timber does not grow with ease: The stronger wind, the stronger trees; The further sky, the greater length; The more the storm, the more the strength. By sun and cold, by rain and snow, In trees and men good timbers grow. Good Timber by Douglas Malloch
5: A Yankee once fetched up in old Newfoundland Where the beach is grey rock instead of white sand Where rain falls in April and snow falls in May And dories and islanders cover the bay Where oldtimers cringe at the scent of a phony And breakfast is perfumed with frying baloney * * * * * Where fiddlers always play the tune and dancers clog the beat And cod cheeks make the gourmet dish and squid inks spice the meat The Yankee thought the Newfies crude, but they said “Well me b’y “Ye may think that we ‘aves no fun, but eh – work is our j’y!” Cod Cheeks and Fried Baloney by Hillel Wright
6: The rocky ledge runs far into the sea, and on its outer point, some miles away, the lighthouse lifts its massive masonry, A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day. The Lighthouse by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
13: I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. I Must Go Down to the Sea Again by John Mansfield
15: The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. The Fog by Carl Sandburg
16: The Aire, in Newfound-Land is wholesome good; The Fire, as sweet as any made of wood; The Waters, very rich, both salt and fresh; The Earth more rich, you know it is no less. Where all are good, Fire, Water, Earth, and Aire, What man made of these foure would not live there? Robert Hayman [1575-1629]
17: As long as I live, I'll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I'll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I'll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can. -John Muir
18: All the sailors got a story, Some are true, some are false; But they're always wrecked and they're up on the deck, And dancin' the St. John's Waltz.
21: All the nine-to-fives survive the day, With a sigh and a dose of salts; They're parkin' their cars and packin' the bars, Dancin' the St. John's Waltz.
22: Until we meet again.