East Central Labrador

One of many river valleys that continue to drain the land into the sea. Where once stood young mountains now sit rock legends surrounded by hills and terraces of glaciated sand.


The sand is carried for hundreds of miles through large networks of rivers before falling at the mouth of narrow coastal inlets.


Valleys of deep sand allow young rivers to leave abstract routes. The bends eventually pinch off leaving bow shaped ponds.


A steady and strong flow of water generating standing waves near the mouth of the Kanairtok river. In mid July the returning salmon will swim hard to move deep inland to the spawning ground.

The modern vessels used by the natives in Postville to catch atlantic char on their route into the river mouths.

White water surging over rocks at the mouth of the Kanairtok river.

Footprints in the sand left by a fisherman looking for a lucky pool.

Thanks to the helicopter for arial support in exploring the Labrador wild.


The Gods point of view.

Close up's around the water

Sometimes we need to stop, look, listen and see the finer things in life. Although apparently lifeless it moves accross the water like a life raft waiting for a survivor.

Foxtrap marina

The southern end of the harbour near the ship yard. A full stack of freight await transport to or from the shore.

A panoramic of harbour drive with the new development in front of the keg.

A cool little drive ramp into the car park.

A nice sunny day at the beach. The swell was rolling nicely. My board lies on the grass after two hours in the water.

An HDR image of the spring melt.

New Discoveries in Newfoundland

A narrow spit connecting the peninsula in Ferryland. Also the location of the Colony of Avalon settlement.

The coast guard vessle leaving port in St.Johns surrounded by bits of floating ice..

Pouch cove.

A bald eagle swooping into the trees where where my girlfriend stood. I was lucky to have my camera around my neck, and to still have a girlfriend. Styles Cove

Caribou grazing on dried grass and caribou moss outside of Buchans.

An old rusted steam powerd wench used in the mill at Millertown.

Northern Lights bursting in the night sky above a Labrador exploration camp.

The reflection of the morning sky in a still estuary near Trepassey. Sheltered from the pounding sea beyond the cobblestone beach.

A frozen water fall over the cliffs at Middle Cove beach.

Boats on dry dock in Quidi Vidi harbour looking from the east coast trail.

Cape Spear.

A violent surf breaks over the man made break water near Old Perlican.

Big wave rolling into the cliffs of Middle Cove beach

Looking north from Middle Cove point to Torbay.

Chance Cove beach with people fishing in the sheltered river.

Topsail beach looking out to Bell Island.

Topsail beach looking into Conception Bay.

Peters River. A beautiful town with a glorious beach.

The other side of the Atlantic - Portugal

View from our balcony of crowds of surfers waiting on a consistent beach break in Baleal.

World renouned barreling left beach break of Super Tubos. A little too heavy for my taste.

The beautiful city of Porto in northeast Portugal. Ships in the foreground would transport port down the river from insland vinyards.

Downtown Lisbon in the evening. The moon just rising above a 15 th century castle.

The easiest and most common way of drying clothes.

A beautiful right peeler down the beach from Super's. My style of wave.

Panoramic taken at first light in Baleal.

Playa Grande, host of the European champianships for surfing. We wake up to feel the ocean spray from pounding surf. A priceless hotel view.

One body boarder wishing he had stayed in the water for a few minutes longer. One surfer waiting for the tub on a set wave.

The most westerly point in continental Europe.



Standing under the bridge in Porto.

Me on a fast peeling beach break.

Panoramic of Baleal at sunset.

Dried cod fish or "Bacalhau" in downtown Lisbon.

Outsider

An afternoon drive to New Melbourne on a beautiful sunny day. I found this abandoned house on the point looking out over the ocean. An intense blue sky was breaking periodically behind the bright white clouds.
I found a pile of fishing line and rope on a beach that I thought would make a quick and easy fire, helping the ocean ecosystem at the cost of atmospheric pollution. Signal hill and the narrows looking from Black Head. A group of horses looking into the wind listening the shore pound.

Weekend Trip

Panoramic taken in Brigus on a beautiful sunny day. View of Bay Roberts with a thick sheet of fog.

Fantasy wave of a dream come true.
Light house on the point loking from Brigus.