This week I learned that when you try to make the absolute most of your time, you may get yourself lost in the process.
I understand this is how other people feel from time to time about their work, but usually I’m an easygoing kind of guy so all it was news to me. This past week I had all the time in the world and had the entire island at my feet, I witnessed every single sunrise and sunset, even did some night photography. For all my trouble I am now left with fragmented memories and I’m in a bit of a dazed state.
Most afternoons I tried to get some sleep, sometimes I would come home from a morning session and go to bed at 9:00 AM (my morning sessions start at 3:00 AM). Waking up again at 3:00 PM I’d find myself confused at the computer, seeing photos of lighthouses, fog, birds and whales, scratching my head and asking myself ‘when did I see these things again?’. Everything is a bit of a blur when each day is split up in 2 smaller but equally long and taxing days.
Anyway, as of now that’s all over and done with. I’m picking up Marije tomorrow night and will go back to my routine of 1 day a day.
Here are some of the pictures from last week:
These are northern gannets at Cape St. Mary’s Bird Rock, this time with a long lens. From the viewpoint I was able to see some of the birds resting, but it was an uneasy rest. With one eye open they kept a close watch on each other, when one of them moves so much as an inch out of place it immediately got put back in its place by the sharp beaks of the others.
I’ve also seen them very quietly stealing trivial amounts of nesting material from each other, taking the greatest care not to wake up the other birds, but somehow after a few successful attempts they forget when to stop, and they keep on snatching twigs until they’re caught in the act and all the fury of a scorned parent descends upon them.
In the shot above you can see what it’s like at Cape St. Mary’s. The tourists come walking in from the parking a lot 1400 m away and stay for a while to watch the show on the Rock from a short distance. Some of the gannets have even started to nest off Bird Rock and on the cliffs of the Cape.
Here’s a closer shot of a gannet, this one was not on Bird Rock but on the steep cliffs on the way to Bird Rock.
The next shot is one of this week’s many gorgeous sunsets. Shortly after this I was driving home on the TCH when the sky really lit up, it was like it was on fire. Just goes to show you should never leave before sunset is really over.
This next shot was taken just after sunrise at about 5:15 AM on Canada Day. I was up all night before and this dreary walk on Father Troy’s Trail was an effort to stay awake. It was raining and a thick fog obtructed the sun and the view of Torbay, which lies beyond the veils in the background of this shot:
After this walk, I slept for 10 straight hours.
Normally I don’t go out of my way to shoot in the afternoon because the light is too harsh, but on the 2nd of July the fog helped out and diffused a lot of it. This is the OSC, where Marije works:
This next shot is from Signal Hill. The thin patch of fog in the foreground went by like a train, it kept coming and coming like there was no end to it.
Most visitors I saw at Cape Spear were disappointed by the fog, some of them drove all the way out to Cape Spear, just to turn around at the sight of it, don’t they know that fog clears up? By the time it took me to walk around and see everything the fog had cleared up a few times and come back again too:
This last shot may look serene enough, but even Cape Spear has its own nocturnal culture these days. Just when I thought everyone had left and I was alone, the youth of St. John’s came speeding down Cape Spear Drive, imagining themselves part of some east coast version of the Fast and the Furious. They revved their engines loudly, did some spins, honked their horns, and left again…