Blossoms, Glitter, and Silver Thaw

February 2018

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.

Fogo Island, Land, Sky, Shed. Ingrid Percy, 2017.

Fogo Island, Land, Sky, Ground. Ingrid Percy, 2017.

Fogo Island, Land, Sky, Long Studio. Ingrid Percy, 2017.

Fogo Island, Land, Sky, Twlight. Ingrid Percy, 2017.

Fogo Island, Land, Sky, Houses, Truck. Ingrid Percy, 2017.

Fogo Island, Land, Sky, Sunset. Ingrid Percy, 2017.

Recipes

BY Maxine Lewis

I have not finished sorting the recipes. There are literally thousands of them. As her memory became less sharp she no longer picked out good recipes with a discerning eye. Instead, she indiscriminately saved every recipe she came across. It was as if by losing herself in that old familiar action, she could somehow be back in the day when she would actually use them.