
I cheated a bit today by sharing two photos.
That’s my mom in St. John’s, May 1968.
The other is her older brother Jack and his son Paul in 1950’s Grates Cove, NL.
“Each photograph is a story captured in a single moment.” – M. Lopez

I cheated a bit today by sharing two photos.
That’s my mom in St. John’s, May 1968.
The other is her older brother Jack and his son Paul in 1950’s Grates Cove, NL.
“Each photograph is a story captured in a single moment.” – M. Lopez

“Smell the sea and feel the sky, let your soul and spirit fly. . . into the mystic.”
~ Van Morrison

“‘Come out of your shell’ – that noxious expression which fails to appreciate that some animals naturally carry shelter everywhere they go and some humans are just the same.” – Susan Cain
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Earlier this month, husband Paul announced plans for a quick business trip to Port aux Basques on our province’s west coast. It had been far too long since my last visit there, so faster than you can say “riding shotgun,” I had a bag packed and my camera ready.
Fall has got to be the most colourful time to drive across the island.
As usual, I took far too many pictures,
but managed to sift and cull them down to what you see here.

Mountains loom in the distance.
The Codroy Valley is a glacial valley in the Anguille Mountains,
a sub-range of the Long Range Mountains.
It is “a lush haven for birders, nature lovers, and adventurers alike.”

Marble Mountain Ski Resort waits for snow.

Port aux Basques:






Corner Brook:




The long drive back.




We opted to stay somewhere for the
second night to break up the trip.


The trees were just as vibrant from
Springdale to King’s Point, where we stayed.
We knew the inn was nice from our overnight there two years ago.
I hope you enjoyed these scenes from our fall road trip.
*Photos taken with Canon EOS REBEL T3 and iPhone 6

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Hi, everyone! My name is Joey,
and I’m the newest addition to Jennifer’s extended family.

Being Jennifer’s grand-kitten and knowing how much she loves all things feline, I happily agreed to visit her blog today.
Here I am getting acquainted with Ginger, my new big sister. At first she was a little standoff-ish, but she is warming up to me now. I catch her gazing at me often, like she’s trying to figure me out.
I also catch her sleeping in the little bed my human sister made for me. That’s okay though, because my favourite place to sleep is on a cuddly lap.

Here, I’m enjoying a wee cat nap at the summer-house in Lead Cove.
Such a rough life it’s going to be. . . *sigh*

Thanks for dropping by to meet me, peeps and pets.
I leave you with my favourite quote:
“The smallest feline is a masterpiece.” – Leonardo da Vinci

Bye for now!
Photo credits: Jennifer took the one in the tiger-print blanket. Joey’s new mom Denise took the rest.

This beautiful creature happened by my house for a visit this week while I was outside.
I swear it preened and spread its wings wider for me as I captured it on my phone.
Do you see what I see: a black cat’s face with orange eyes?
Perhaps it’s a Halloween butterfly.
Have a terrific week, everyone!
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I shared this post exactly five years ago this week. I thought its photos deserved another look. Have a great weekend, everyone! ❤
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Come along as we take a stroll through Newtown on this beautiful October day.
partridgeberries – a.k.a. lingonberries
The tide is high this afternoon.
Much of my next door neighbour’s garden is still summer lovely.
I stopped to admire another neighbour’s potato harvest. Of course, he insisted I take a bagful.
Dogberries, a true harbinger of Fall
Still wearing his shorts in October, and loving it

Our other neighbour is drying salt fish.