At one of the smallest provincial parks
you'll find. Farther back, the beach is a rock-hunter's delight.
To see a full image, click on one of the small images at the left. Or select the "guided tour" that cycles through each picture in sequence.
I've just (Nov. 29/97) added some pictures from this year's summer holidays. I'm getting better with the camera, plus I just got my own scanner.
This is a famous bird sanctuary on the Avalon peninsula. The area is immortalized in the song "Let Me Fish off Cape St. Mary's" -- not a lot of that these days though.
At one of the smallest provincial parks
you'll find. Farther back, the beach is a rock-hunter's delight.
View of a river mouth on the
way to Cape St. Mary's.
Hard to tell where the sea ends
and the sky begins.
A sideways view of the cliffs.
Looking down an almost
vertical drop, at some sure-footed sheep.
Now the hunter becomes the hunted.
Up close and personal with
turrs and gannets.
A one-sheep stampede headed my way.
Drinking hole for the local sheep, on
the way to Golden Bay.
The Matthew, a replica of
John Cabot's ship that made the crossing from Britain.
The Mist of Avalon
is a prophetic name given the location and weather conditions.
Grounded for many years
in Harbour Grace, freshly painted for the Cabot 500 celebration.
An army crew holding a gun race.
The cannons are disassembled, shipped across a 40-foot gap, reassembled...
View from the Matthew,
looking back down the waterfront.
Part of the flotilla that
accompanied the Matthew on its trip around the island.
One
of the strangest traffic thoroughfares in the world.
Seven roads converge within about 100 feet.
The Anglican cathedral on another
corner of this intersection.
St. Paul's church in Harbour Grace.
Oldest stone church in Newfoundland.
These cliffs run along Rennie's River. The river has been "terraformed"
with a landscaped hiking trail that runs through the middle of St. John's.
These public courts where I played my early tennis have chicken-wire nets.
The crashing noises from the nets are more distracting than
Monica Seles's grunting!
The Riverdale tennis club was where I played most of my competitive tennis.
Seems to be turning into a tropical
rainforest.
Right at the start of a deep gorge.
Elevated view farther down
the gorge. (Taken in the winter time.)
Looking back from Portugal Cove Road.
Now we're way past the tennis club,
almost to Quidi Vidi.
Here is St. John's harbour as seen from Signal Hill.
This is a very popular view to photograph.
The coastline in this area rises straight out of the sea.
Here is a ship entering St. John's harbour.
This is another very popular view to photograph.
This fishing village, "The Battery", is perched on the hills along
St. John's harbour.
Portugal Cove is where you catch the ferry to Bell Island.
It is not actually located in Portugal.
My grandmother's house on Bell Island.
This community of Wabana has the
lowest property values in Canada. It's pretty desolate (but desolately pretty)
since the iron mines shut down.
A tunnel through these cliffs leads to a sheltered beach.
Good fossil-hunting among the rocks in the foreground.
Here I am tempting fate underneath a rock structure ("The Grebe's Nest")
that comes out of the sea.
Here is the lighthouse on the "back" of Bell Island.
Dilapidated wharf on Bell Island
Looking out from the wharf
at Portugal Cove.
I really like the way the colours came out on this one.
Here's an even bigger version
of the same picture.
The iron ore gives the surf
a red tinge.
A little island carved off from
Bell Island. At bottom right, the sea has worn a hole right through
the base.
Some picturesque boats painted in primary colours, in Bay Roberts where
my father grew up.
"Russell's Lane" in Bay Roberts. The building in the background is the
former printing shop of my late uncle Dave.
Bay Roberts takes its heritage very seriously. The maximum fine
of $500,000 for littering compares with a max of $187 posted along the highways.
This is a hiking trail at Frenchman's Cove near Bay Roberts.
It is being restored as a heritage area.
The foreground area once consisted of several rows of houses, the last of
which was abandoned in the 1920s.
Unloading the boats is a community event here.
Although most commercial fishing in Newfoundland is shut down, there is
still a market for the finger-sized caplin, or their roe anyway (considered
like caviar in Japan).
These rowing crews are practicing for the St. John's Regatta, the oldest
festival in North America, held in August each year.
This picture of me with my parents was taken by the mother of an Olympic
silver medallist (Maria Maunder of the Canadian women's 8s rowing crew).
George Street in St. John's is reputed to have the highest concentration of
bars and pubs in the world. Much preferred over Toronto's Queen Street West!
Here's Gene from Babb's Lock and Safe retrieving the keys to this van
for the second time in a month. Don't ask.
Just out of the frame is a local ne'er-do-well who volunteered to help open
the door, and supplied his own slim jim.
For the past couple of years,
outdoor performances of
Shakespearean plays, including
the Scottish play,
have been staged on bluffs near St. John's throughout June-July.
This is Logy Bay, the backdrop for the Shakespeare by the Sea performances.
It's a prime spot for whale watching, although I didn't get any good
whale pictures.
The three witches kick off this performance of Macbeth.
It's not easy being the Thane of Cawdor. The battle scene unfolds while
spectators walk to the outdoor amphitheatre.
Lady Macbeth was in my first year English class in '84.
The operative word is "knockout"!
For $600, in the category "Starts with a D": It is a short cutting weapon.
Remember to phrase your responses in the form of a question.
Macbeth: "The King's blood!"
Madgebeth: "You're soaking in it..."
My former computer teacher, "Satch" Hollihan.
The fierce Vikings logo of our high school. We never figured out why
a school named after a Spanish soldier had teams called Vikings.
This is an interesting mural from the cafeteria.
1982-83 and 83-84 Reach for the Top team photos.
(Reach for the Top is a kind of Canadian high-school Jeopardy, now sadly
defunct.) At the national championships, we beat Alberta by 5 points
then lost to PEI by 5 points. We also partied with Burton Cummings,
who uttered the immortal line, "I wear a lotta rings man, and when I connect
under the jaw, it's hospital time!".
Here are some people from my regular tennis group in Toronto. OK, these aren't from Newfoundland, but I need some more from Toronto to give them their own page.
Ron (left) is a retriever who lobs a lot but also has power.
Stephen (right) has a tough lefty serve and a heavy topspin forehand.
Robert (left) prefers singles to doubles; he likes to attack from the
baseline and has good court coverage.
Bharat (right) has a booming serve and likes to hit passing shots down the alley.
I like to run my opponents ragged (and sometimes into the fence :-)
with drop shots, angles, and deep
shots into the corners. Here I am using just a bit too much wrist on a serve.
Approaching the nesting rock.
Nests along the cliffs.
...and fired.
A word of advice: Diversify!
The old family home.
Outside view of the school.