The old Protestant Graveyard in St. Johns yields a pleasant mix of gothic beauty and tranquility.
"The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?" Edgar Allan Poe
"As I stood on the wharf in Trinity harbour, the sun peeked out from behind the cloud cover and shone brilliantly on the yellow boat, the surrounding water sparkled with light".
At the end of June 1966, they closed the mine on Bell Island. It was a hard blow to the 10,000 residents of this island in Conception Bay on Newfoundland's east coast. "Bell Island must not be allowed to die, and we'll fight to see that it dosen't. If the federal government lets us sit here and rot, we'd be within our rights to tear down the Union jack and put up the skull and crossbones, or even the hammer and sickle." - The Bell island Reporter 1966.
I was quite mesmerized by this swirling mass of water while perched on a wet sloping rock in the early morning hours at Doctor's Cove. A slow shutter speed and an unsteady tripod and photographer resulted in some softening of the rocky shore. Even so, this is what my eye could see albeit in greater detail.
