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this is certainly different than my last wander up here. i think that last year things became overly complicated due to forgetting why i come up here. i over packed in cameras, although this time it is worse with the deardorff, the medium format crowd even joãozão who hasn’t seen the rock in a good six years and and a digital. this time however it is the trip that is multitasking. the race to the rock, the race back to nyc, what was to be another more leisurely return to the rock - frequent boating miles on marine atlantic, meant the different cameras. am sure that i’ll be asked to make snaps at the graduation hence the digital. joãozão because it is still my favourite camera for flânerie, the other medium format crowd for everything in atlantic camera and for the second crossing.

last time like a camera clubber i worried about what camera to take when i headed out - would i run into people, would i need something for this, i realised that i was more worried about the postings that i was about making work.

it was a breaking point, by this time last year there would have been seven postings i would have stayed up to write, make the jpgs, and publish. this time, i am making sure that i remember the day first that i get down all the - even more - boring detail of what happened and if there is time, i make an entry. while there are snaps appearing, i leave the digital behind when wandering. i have become quite disciplined. an outing entails taking the deardorff, using it until i run out of film then picking up ubirajara and continuing until i have to leave before it gets dark - so far i have seen 20 moose along the road - mostly cows - and i plan to be in conche before it becomes duckish.

also the excitement of posting has somewhat diminished. this could have been a flash back to the days where there was no wi-fi in pouch cove and i would make midnight runs to the airport to file, if i didn’t make it to wordplay on time. as i sit outside the french shore centre here to check email, that excitement could have returned but i found something equally as exciting - post cards - think of them as postal tweets, which i have been sending out to those who do write. i can do this from the comfort of the kitchen here in conche again following a deep tradition here in newfoundland - being kitchen centred. sat in the front room by the wood stove once but it didn’t feel write. i write the tweets, head down to the post office chat with the worker and off they go, nothing is of immediate importance that it has to be read immediately and while i do like seeing that people in iran, saudi arabia and from coast to coast to coast here read it at times, i can get to sleep much earlier.