Didn’t post last night, needed to rest a bit and watched the last episode of “American Gods”. There are aspects of it that I really engaged with.
Between that, and now I have obviously worked on my sound files, collected more video footage and would like to offer another instalment of “work in progress”. Mind you, for me, work is always in progress since it never ceases to evolve.
Close enough to Twillingate to be part of Twillingate, but it is it’s own place. Like most other places agglomerated to form larger entities to support services to the population, they maintain a sense of pride in their own community as its own entity.
I had an illuminating experience at the Durrell museum learning of the Arm Lads Brigade, my upbringing in New Brunswick did not expose me to these stories and I find them to be completely engaging. The idea of creating cultures of discipline and service have always been fascinating because of the way they articulate the social contract. I speak neither for or against, it is simply an observation.
A bit further on the road is a community called Crow Head, like many communities is is quite striking to see how people live in this landscape. I am really quite mazed at the locations for many of the houses, they must have been very laborious to build, to just get the materials on site.
I will return to do some work on some of the hiking trails, specifically the one around Long Point Lighthouse. It somewhat reminds me of the hike around Signal Hill, but with a less urban surrounding. I also imagine an awesome view of the cliff faces, I’ll have to be sure to go in the morning the the light is full on this side of the cliff face.
Since moving to Newfoundland, I have continually found myself in touch with a part of the province with historic linkages to France. I am Acadien and also have a particular relationship with France. What I am finding the most fascinating is how our views of “the other” are different as they are the same.
A mixture of trepidation and acceptance by necessity seems to be always present. When I first met my father in law, who I truly love, he first showed me a membership card to an Orange Lodge… and then one for another. He looked at me with a smile, and I understood that he understood. This has been my experience here.
I spend a good bit of time camping and touring the Port au Port peninsula and I find my experience similar in most aspects. I actually walked the trail that Émile Benoit would take to play fiddle in Cap St. George from his home in Mainland… a good hike.
Now I find myself in Twillingate, and I learned it was first named Tourlinguet because of its appearance to Tourlinguet on the Brest Peninsula in France. What follows are my images from Twillingate with an image from Google Maps. A bit random, but I made connections.
