Blossoms, Glitter, and Silver Thaw

BY Ingrid Percy

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.

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Seeing Through Glass, Plastic and Ice

BY Matthew Hollett

When I signed up for my first photography class in art school, my dad rummaged around in the basement and placed a heavy leather case in my hands. I unbuckled it to find his old 35mm camera, a Zenit EM. It had an enormous dent above the lens, as if it had deflected a bullet, and its selenium light meter, mysteriously, did not require batteries.