A Final Sunday with Mom

A Final Sunday with Mom: Celebrating Bridget Rodgers Our Mom passed away on June 15, 2025. We all knew it was coming, as did she. Her strength and fortitude through it all was another…

To be a princess or a pirate

At one Sunday dinner at my Mom’s place, I found out that my nephew has some of the same teeth missing and replaced that I do. I wasn’t surprised as he is a hockey…

Ed Rodgers

My Brother Ed My family was recently dealt a very harsh blow. Our oldest brother Ed passed away suddenly and unexpectedly. He was a great person who was genuine, true, dedicated and loving in…

The photo and the painting

I’ve taken thousands of pictures of crows over the years. The ones we call ‘ours’ are most often the focus of my attention and lens. They know me and they hang around our house…

Travelogue for Lora: Summer of Beaches Part 1

I wrote this for my friend and workmate, Lora, who lives in the prairies. Since the spring, she has stated that she is very much looking forward to my summer pictures post and a…

Travelogue for Lora: Summer of Beaches Part 2

This is part 2 of my summer travelogue that I wrote for my friend and workmate, Lora. Part 1 is here. July 18, 2021 Hi Lora – I’m on the annual ‘Girl’s Trip’ that…

A death in the murder

I was very excited for the Saturday of the Labour Day weekend. It was the last long weekend of the summer and I had some plans. I was getting up a little early to…

The alphabet for Audrey

The short version of this story is that I tried to make an ‘alphabet’ using only the photos I already had in my files. I got pretty close. I had to take new photos…

Paper bag lesson

  I grew up in a family of seven people. There was my mom and dad, my three brothers, me and my little sister, and an ever-present dog. My mom was a teacher and…

a little murder for distraction

When it comes to distraction, there’s nothing like a little murder to get me moving. I mean a murder of crows, of course. There is no blood in this murder, only bacon and other…

Peak Newfoundland

If you are looking for more pictures of Newfoundland than you can shake a stick at – I got you covered! I didn’t get a whole lot of time off in a row this…

The thanksgiving day cat

Very shortly after moving into my home, I renamed the holes in my fence as ‘cat passage.’ This was because of all the cats that ran across the street and through the holes in…

Conducted

This is another one from my Rabbittown series. It involves growing up with three brothers before my sister came along. It originally happened in the winter, but I think the lesson is fitting for…

The caw of the wild

It’s no secret that I’m a crow lady. Crows, and ravens, are my most photographed subjects.  I’m endlessly fascinated by these intelligent black birds. There are some that know me. They come to my…

The moon in the sky

I take way too many pictures of the moon. It fascinates me. I love its cycle, its phases, the waxing and the waning, the way it lights up the night or leaves it in…

Other birds

I like watching birds wherever I am. I like taking their pictures whenever I can. I don’t always know their names, but then they don’t know mine either. It is not only fine feathers…

Rabbittown

I was born and raised in a neighbourhood called Rabbittown, in St. John’s, Newfoundland. I spent the first decade or so of my life there. It is the place where my memories began. Several…

Poems

Here are some of my poems and some of my pictures put together. This is the first time I’ve shared any of my poetry beyond the small handful of people who have seen bits…

Quarantine Quirks

My birthday was in April during the height of the lockdown here. My wonderful partner didn’t know what to get me in terms of gifts or goodies. So he made me this website for…

Some Flowers

There are always flowers for those who want to see them.  Henri Matisse flower pics are here

In the graveyard

There’s something about a cemetery that I’ve always liked. I went to a school near one. And for a long time I lived with one just down the road from our family home. They…

Icebergs

Living in iceberg alley means it’s easy to see a lot of icebergs (and bergy bits). Last year I got to see one roll for the first time in my life. It was awesome…

An island in the sea

Some pictures of St. John’s and around the rock. pics of the rock are here

Fly me to the moon