Postcards from Fogo Island
If you’ve been following my Instagram feed, you’ll have seen these, for which I apologize. We’re staying for a couple nights at the Fogo Island Inn, a place of astonishing beauty and hospitality – both the Inn and the island itself, on which we keep extending our stay. It’s an inspiring place for a number of reasons, not the least being the gift this Inn has been to the island itself. For me it is also a place for my muse to dig in, surrounded by rocks and waves and early mornings driving around the little island with my cup of coffee and my camera. Yesterday I saw my first caribou on my morning drive, this morning two more. There’s a feeling of Iceland here, as Canadian as it is, and there’s a similar feeling of vast space and rugged, mangy, elegance that I adore. The food is amazing and the people are warm and beautiful. It’s one of those places I might never leave, if not in body then certainly in spirit. Right now the windows are open in my room and I can hear nothing but surf, and it’s calling me to grab the camera and head to the shore. As usual I can’t escape the feeling that none of the photographs I’m making are worth anything, but the long hours of exploring, seeing what there is to be seen, are worth more than the photographs could ever be.
Postcards from Newfoundland
We’re 9,000Km, and 25 days, into this trip and I’m beginning to find a rhythm, learning to relax and see the place as it seems to want to reveal itself. I’ve photographed almost the whole trip so far on my iPhone, enjoying the simplicity and the constraints of the square frame I’ve chosen, in part […]
Postcards from Labrador
After almost 7800km across this vast country, we arrived on the coast of Labrador a couple hours ago, to fog. The last couple hundred kilometers like so many before them, along bone-jarring rutted roads flanked with pine trees that seem at once both arthritic and anemic. The roads just seemed to go on and on, […]
On The Road
The road has always called to me; perhaps it’s part of bearing the last name, duChemin, all my life, which means “of the road.” It’s in my blood too, born to a mother who was a nurse in the RAF when she met my father, a Canadian soldier, both stationed in Cyprus in the late […]
I’m Outta Here!
Today we packed the Jeep and hit the road. We’re heading east, across Canada to Newfoundland and Labrador, and won’t head west again until the autumn leaves begin to turn, coming back to Vancouver around October 15. Time for an adventure, some silence, and a chance to play with the light while camping for two […]