5/28/2008

Cabot Trail, Cape Breton Island: Sunday, May 25


A moose antler near the North River Bridge on the Cabot Trail.


On top of Cape Smokey.


Sitting where a
river meets a brook
sitting where a
river meets the brook
meets the ocean
on Cape Breton
sitting near a pile
of moose bones
sitting near a grove
of uprooted trees
in high brown grass
mashed by snow or
tide or moose
the brook is babbling
and bubbling and
this place is trying
to show me something
and asking me to listen
what, I wonder, will I
hear or will I see a
moose a bird or just
these skies and trees
above me


A cove north of Ingonish on the Cabot Trail.


In a cove north of Ingonish.


A point between Neils Harbour and Ingonish.


A wharf in Ingonish.


Me and my truck, my mechanical horse, at Ingonish.


Car surfing on the Englishtown Ferry.

5/26/2008

Lobstering in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia


Charlie unties the bow of the Rodderick Rose.


Charlie and Sheldon cut bait while John, the skipper, fixes the trap pulley on the way out to the lobster lines from the Ballast Ground Wharf.


Charlie with the gaff, snagging 1 of the 275 traps of the day.


Up comes a trap.


The lobsters are pulled from the traps. If they are too small or females with eggs under their tales they are thrown back. The lobsters that are kept are divided into two sizes; "market" and "shack."


The traps are set in strings of 15. The strings that didn't do well are pulled and reset in other areas. Here Sheldon prepares pulled traps to be reset.


A trap plunges into the sea as Charlie and Sheldon reset a line of traps.


The crew works nonstop the entire 12 hours they are out.


After the claws are band, Sheldon checks for eggs one last time before they are placed in the tank.


The head (water closet) on the lobster boat is small, and with your gear it is often hard to close the door. Charlie laughs that Sheldon doesn't care much about privacy.


Most of the lobstermen know each other and say "How are ya buddy?" throughout the day.


Some fishermen talk about the lobster catch towards the end of the day.


The last trap, what Charlie says he looks forward to all day.


Everyone cleans up on the way back to the wharf.


The skipper, Johnny talks to an old timer back at the dock.


Jamie strings lobster crates. The lobsters are stored in crates in the water awaiting shipment.


Teresa from the wharf's lobster shack shows off one of the big ones.



Shipping out the lobsters.

More of North Sydney, Cape Breton


Fifteen dollar boots, and they're made in Canada.


Emily and her dog Abbie. No milk today. Deliveries are Mondays and Thursdays.


The ferry from North Sydney to Newfoundland.


The Tom Fun Family Orchestra at Rollie's Wharf in North Sydney, Cape Breton.
I met the lead singer, Ian, the night before during the fiddle circle at Rollie's.
I turned to the table next to me and saw Ian, Aaron and Meg. I think asked them something like, "Do you mind if I join you?" Ian said, "Well, it's just like that is it?"

5/23/2008

North Sydney, Nova Scotia


Sunset on the way into North Sydney.


JoJo MacNeil jigs at Rollie's Wharf, a restaurant and lounge, during the Thursday night fiddle circle. MacNeil is also a Cape Breton fiddler.


Louis and Mr. Buttons.


A lobstering boat dry docked in the backyard.


Steve is a lobsterman and a native of Nova Scotia, a Mi'kmaq (Micmac).


Graves at a seaside cemetery in Sydney Mines, Nova Scotia.

12-Hour Drive


Leaving Maine About 7 a.m.


I camped out in the parking lot across from the police station in North Sydney, Nova Scotia.

5/22/2008

Headed North


I am headed north as far as I can go. I may not be able to post anything over the next week.

5/20/2008

AMARA Slideshow Test





Here is a slideshow combining an audio poem I made a couple years ago called Space Aged Glossary, and some of my random space-aged photos. It is my first test with a slideshow application made by the software company Amara.