Joey the Carver

BY Renee Fancey

Joey sits in soft focus. Behind him, blue skies and bright murals paint a backdrop easily mistaken as exotic. Festival flags rally. Paving stones undulate drunkenly up the lane. Streetlamps, tagged out to the sun, sleep off their graveyard shifts. A canopy of shadows waves like a palm tree.

New Life in Quidi Vidi Village

BY Ellen Curtis

WE ARE IN a really unique corner of the country. We don’t want to create a Disney-fied version of Newfoundland. It’s as simple as building a square wooden building to be true to our history.