Entering the last week

A quiet day as the kitchens of the Pipe House were to be put to use again as my evil twin had decided to throw a brunch for the usual suspects most of whom were at a birthday party in the Harbour until 4AM down in St. John’s.

It was at 11:30 I decided to head over at 10 to see if he needed any help. The coldest day so far – 7C still there were people out and about. Sharon’s bitch was watching over the house. The leiquinha wasn’t being used for the planned use – real postcards of Newfoundland – but instead as pieced together panoramas. This was the idea as I was walking toward the Pipe House.

Stopped over the stage as did Wayne and we chatted starting off with the weather which he liked as he is an avid skidoo rider. Talked about Western Newfoundland and the fact that there are more trails than roads. He is making more trails behind Pouch. Travel – drove a caravan to the States and up to the Battery Park in New York. Like me he would like to see some of the more remote areas of the province.

Finally got to the Pipe House at 11:15 and was the first person to arrive by about an hour. That party on the boat in the Harbour the night before must have been something. Even the birthday boy was expected to make an appearance.

The nice thing about the Pipe House – outside of the view – is the cross draught can clear smoke in no time.

Asked why my evil twin had become a social butterfly all of a sudden – was he trying to imitate Kennedy? This was a practice run for the summer when he wants to do this with each opening at the gallery.

A hidden – well not so hidden – smirk as I realised that everyone coming buys art and a lot of it. I cannot help thinking about a certain photo gallery that sells pottery that scoffed at the idea of a gallery at the end of the earth.

By the way the Flat Earth Society has one of the four corners of the earth here in Fogo Island. If only there were more time…

To keep from being social I cooked the eggs.

Newfoundland and Upper Canadian accents competing with Brasilian music.

It was a nice sunny day and I was getting cabin fever. I kept staring out the window but no one noticed as everyone does. The cabin fever wouldn’t have been so pronounced if this weren’t my last Sunday here. With more time I would have taken it in stride hung around Pouch rented a video form Bruce – great selection better than the Hollywood Video Kenosha – and read the Globe at the house.

A shock to the system: the Satellite Lounge has closed it is now a kiddie day care.

Being at a loss I heading into St. John’s to drop off film at Dominion and buy supplies to last the rest of the time here. Am definitely eating better this time in Pouch – thanks to the dinners in Bonne Bay. Am cooking instead of buying prepared foods and am surprised at the lack of desire for sweets.

15 rolls developed all turned out well. Am glad I learned photography back in the dark ages up here that knowledge came in handy specifically the idea of flow by time temperature.