It’s a cold, foggy day in the fishing village of Petty Harbour, Newfoundland. It’s just 20 kilometres south of downtown St. John’s, but it feels much farther.
There is not much activity or many people around the few remaining wharfs and twine lofts that once were buzzing hives of fishing activity ringing the harbour. Today, it’s just a few frozen tourists looking to make photos of a Newfoundland that doesn’t exist anymore.
Twenty years ago I was here, too. It was a beautiful warm summer day and I was standing in this same spot on the breakwater with my cameras in hand.
The harbour was filled with fishermen and their boats coming and going to the nearby fishing grounds. But there were no fish this day. Their boats were filled with cod traps and anchors being returned to their storage places to rust and rot. ….rest at the Halifax Chronicle Herald
Also see our project project; NEWFOUNDLAND …journey into a lost nation