Blossoms, Glitter, and Silver Thaw
BY Ingrid Percy
While in residence at The Wells House, Joe Batt’s Arm, Fogo Island, I walk every day near The Witch’s Foot.
Tromping on snow shoes in a down parka, with camera (and keeping my eye on the running dog), is hard work.
I feel like a tourist but assure myself that, despite what this may look like to others, I’m not, because I live in Newfoundland.
I don’t quite convince myself.
I dismiss that thought and look back to this incredible place. The silence. The glare. The snow blinds me.
I stop and look upwards. I turn my camera sideways. The vertical format captures the relationship of the sky to the land.
Along with the Inn (houses, rocks, trees, SUVs, sheds, and people) I am clinging to the earth.