Posts Tagged ‘Change Islands’
Change Islands, The Great Fogo Island Punt Race to There and Back…
Today, I am giving a presentation on the links between research, photography and librarians/curators/archivists at the annual Newfoundland and Labrador Library Association conference.
This post is sort of a resource post to back up some of the things I say in that talk. So if you are a regular reader, I hope you find it useful. If you are coming here for the first time as a result of the talk, welcome…
Haggerty, Kevin. “Ethics Creep: Governing Social Science Research in the Name of Ethics.” in Qualitative Sociology.
Farm Security Administration collection at the Library of Congress (Really??? In 2013 you have a website that looks like that???)
The Fogo Process webpage at the University of Guelph that is now a home for the Snowden Collection
Greg Lock’s Journey into a Lost Nation
Jamie Lewis’s They Let Down Baskets
Between work, family, finishing off my MA thesis and other assorted academic obligations I barely have time to breathe. The tearsheets are from the latest Newfoundland Quarterly magazine. This is a tiny, little bit of my thesis in a magazine opinion piece form. You can read the whole thing here.
I need to get to an island and make some photographs… It’s becoming a mental health issue…
I need to make some photographs and write something. Don’t need to go anywhere far, but having a few days to work on something photographic would be heaven. Not going to happen for months…
I was going to write a long, whiny, self-pitying post about feeling stretched thin and in desperate need of quiet time; and just how hard it is to be on all the time because this is a really crazy time at work compounded by some needless craziness in my academic life, but, instead, I would just like to ask you to read Caring for Your Introvert by Jonathan Rauch. It explains everything. Just read it – quietly, please.
A fence on Change Islands.
Croatian word of the day: ograda fence
I wrote this recently and I don’t feel like shopping it around. If you like it, consider contributing a couple of bucks to the Islands Landscapes campaign.
No journey to an island begins until the ribbed, rusty, steel-plate ramp scrapes along a concrete ferry dock.
Ferryboats are strange beasts. Unloved, but necessary. Step on one and there is nothing like casting off lines to make you feel you are truly abandoning familiar shores. But, you are not quite there yet – wherever there might be. That slight apprehension you feel comes from being in a limbo, a non-place. Maybe that’s why ancient poets depicted poor Charon as a bad tempered, old grouch day in and day out ferrying frightened souls across the river separating us from the Underworld. Unlike his passengers, who have a whole new world to explore, the old man is stuck on his little piece of the river, immortal, but without a destination. What could be worse?
In the old world tales, greed was punished by the eternity of ferrying duties. In the Brothers Grimm version, it is the greedy king who gets an oar handed to him, but in the story collected by Russia’s folklorist Aleksandr Afanasyev it is the rich merchant Marco who is condemned to row travellers across a river until the end of time. It’s the Russian version that resonates here in Newfoundland where rich fish merchants kept a tight grip on small outport communities and where large boat owners threaten the livelihoods of small inshore fishermen to this day.
Ask islanders what is one change that would make the most difference in their lives and ferry service will inevitably be the first thing they mention. Those from away will sagely nod their heads in sympathy and understanding, but they understand only a half of it. To them, a ferryboat is a symbol of isolation. It’s the only way to get to this place that sits in the middle of unpredictable, capricious, ever-changing sea. Of course one would want a better, faster, more frequent crossing of those treacherous waters that can shimmer invitingly one moment only to rise and swallow a man, snatch a child or wash away a home a heartbeat later. And it’s true that when your loved one is ill, when island families gather from afar for funerals, births or reunions, a faster, better, more frequent crossing is desirable. What those not of the islands don’t know – cannot know – is that to an islander the sea is not only a barrier to be crossed, but an open field to be savoured. The ferryboat is not just a lifeline, a beast of burden to carry the ill, the old, and the newborn, but also a guardian of their islandness who allows only so many and not one more to come onto their shores.
Teenagers, feigning indifference, refuse to leave the deck as the summer storm gathers clouds and pours rain amid flashes of lightning and rumbling thunder. They sit on the deck, hair sticking to their wet faces, inadequately dressed, texting their friends and complaining about boredom while their eyes betray a mix of fear and awe for they just glimpsed their own insignificance.
An elderly couple stares out the window, hungrily. The first glimpse of the island of their youth will ease the pain in their swollen joints. It will make everything bearable again for a little while.
There is that other couple, middle aged and sophisticated. Instead of a red convertible, they have a saltbox house on the island and know exactly how that place should be run. They, like Bosnian folk hero Đerzelez Alija who hated ferryboats and boatmen, would prefer to skip this old rusty boat altogether and, in the absence of Alija’s winged steed, they might settle for a bridge to leap across the water. But a ferry is all they have – it’s the only thing we all have.
On a ferryboat we are all in it together. The three young men who, in preparation for a wild night out, drank a bottle of hard liquor and six litres of beer in two hours it took to cross the sea between their island and a city on the mainland throwing a party to celebrate its patron saint. The older couple whose arthritic fingers contort once more in pain of departure. The bored teenagers. Toddlers bouncing up and down still high on sugar that their grandparents secretly fed them before the ferryboat snatched them away once again. The writer talking to his wife about a story on ferries he’d like to write. “Faeries,” she says surprised. “That’s different for you,” she says while imagining lighter than air creatures full of magic. “Ferries,” he says feeling under his feet the grumpy rumble of this hulking, rusting beast of burden with its crew stuck in limbo, but dutifully taking them all to the other shore.
This is another root cellar on Change Islands. I don’t like this photograph one bit, but that’s not the point. The point is that Dale Jarvis, provincial intangible cultural heritage officer, has initiated a very cool collaborative project attempting to map and describe all of the root cellars in the province. The project is a google map open to everybody’s contribution. The rules are simple:
- Root cellars only
- Don’t move other people’s pins
- Don’t be a jerk
If you know of a root cellar location and you’d like to contribute, that would be fantastic. You can also upload your photos to a Flickr group featuring provincial root cellars.
Dale has also provided a very useful typology of root cellars in Newfoundland and Labrador that is quite fascinating.
Change Islands, Newfoundland
Croatian word of the day: trap root cellar
I should be preparing my presentation for tomorrow’s workshop in Gander, but I have no inspiration, therefore, here is a post full of photo links…
Thanks to kottke.org for a link to this fascinating set of historical photographs featuring well known figures in interesting and, occasionally, unusual places or company.
Goethe Institut has an exhibit of new German photography – not my cup of tea, but some of you might find it interesting.
A fisherman and a researcher on Change Islands.
Croatian word of the day: ribar fisherman [ri bar]
After a long time, probably two and half years or so, I wrote something that was not school or work related and it felt amazingly good. Somehow, through all these years of communications jobs, academic and business writing and similarly contrived BS, I completely forgot how much I enjoy writing. I even pitched that short little text. It would be nice if it actually saw the light of day.
Ferry terminal for Fogo Island and Change Islands in Farewell, NL.
Croatian word of the day: trajekt ferry [tr ye kt]
So, Canadians may find themselves heading to the polling stations this spring. Good. That is as it should be. I am sick and tired of people claiming that somehow elections are a bad thing. Elections are ALWAYS a good thing. People give their lives for the right to vote and here we are complaining that, oh the horror, we need to vote for our government. Get out, inform yourself, and vote for the candidate you think will represent your views the best. And, for heaven’s sake, stop complaining about the fact that you can vote without fear for your life.
Waiting for Change Islands ferry.
Croatian word of the day: glasanje voting [gla sa ny e]
Today on the menu are a couple of completely unrelated links about two things I care about: small islands and photography.
While doing some research for my thesis, I stumbled upon this story on Fogo Island and its changing fortunes in Investment Executive. The story is positive and talks about significant investment and some innovative development practices on the island, which are largely driven by Zita Cobb, a local multimillionaire and entrepreneur. However, the opening two paragraphs below hit on just about every stereotype that most none-islanders have about small islands – especially those without resident multimillionaires:
According to the laws of nature — or the uncompromising realities of business (because those are the same, right?)— Fogo Island should be an uninhabited, wind-swept footnote in Canadian history, an example of rurality retreating in an era of relentless urban centralization.
The island is, after all, reachable only by ferry (Umm… yeah — it’s an ISLAND)— a 50-minute voyage from the village of Farewell on the “mainland” of Newfoundland. The ferry ride is just the final stage in a lengthy journey to this isolated corner of Newfoundland’s northeast coast; only the truly dedicated would voluntarily travel the moose-infested highway (really, moose-infested, really?) to reach Fogo’s granite shores.
What bothers me about stories like this is that they play up those stereotypes of small island communities and islanders without actually seeing enormous potential that these relatively closed systems offer in terms of developing alternative approaches to food security, energy, education and training and cultural and heritage industries. They never acknowledge complex skill sets that islanders posses.
On a happier note, here is an interesting video featuring Matt Stuart (h/t to Peter Power), a contemporary British street photographer with a great visual sense of humour.
In the photograph are Newfoundland ponies on Change Islands.
Croatian word of the day: otočani islanders [oto cha ni]
Once in a while, there is a roll you fuck up and on that roll is a frame you really, really want, but it’s ruined. This is that roll and this is that frame.
Croatian word of the day: pas dog
Reflection III: Lost among sciences
Patricia Gober’s address at the annual general meeting of the Association of America Geographers is probably the most sensible thing we have read so far on the discipline of geography as it tries to find its place among various scientific disciplines. I find it curious that geography has such difficulty in defining itself as well as finding acceptance among other sciences. Gober’s call for unity and synthesis is precisely why I am interested in geography in the first place. The ability to draw on various aspects of physical as well as social sciences is a remarkable asset, at least in my eyes. And no other discipline is so aware of physical space as geography is – that is a unique and very valuable insight geographers bring to the table that other sciences, especially social sciences, often don’t understand. It’s not surprising, then, that Gober, Barnes, and Herbert and Matthews all see the future of the discipline in acknowledging, at least in some way, that geography could provide a bridge between the worlds of social and physical aspects of science since it does contain both.
The development of Canadian geography (according to Barnes, anyway (PDF)) is interesting because it reflects Canada’s own historic, economic, cultural and political developments. The lack of communications between the anglophone and francophone geographers and a focus on mapping of natural resources are very much Canadian pursuits in my mind. The latest focus on GIS technology can be seen in that vein too as can current efforts in mapping the Arctic with its objectives of ensuring Canadian sovereignty over the area as well as, once again, map the potential natural resources.
Another sobering aspect that Barnes brings up is the role and involvement of the government in the shaping of the discipline. Given the size of the country, it is not surprising in the least that the government had to step in and fund major geographic studies. I think that too often we forget that the various levels of government through their funding agencies and programs have always been funding most of the research at Canadian universities. In that light, Gober’s assertion that the status quo of scientists being able to do whatever they want will change because the public and the policy makers will demand results they deem important rings a bit hollow (although it might be more true in the US. I really don’t know.). I don’t think that we ever had a time when scientists were able to pursue the whims of their own curiosity. I do think she is correct in a sense that the current policy framework surrounding research, especially in Canada, is creating a situation where the government has much stronger say in what kind of research gets funded than before. Probably the most striking example is recent shift in SSHRC funding that is more heavily weighted towards research in business.
As a rule, I don’t have anything against research solving practical problems (I spend at least eight hours every day trying to do just that), but research agenda dictated by bureaucratic edict rather than scientific curiosity and imagination can hardly be called research at all.
This is a poster featuring some of my own research results that I recently made for a meeting of the Atlantic chapter of the Canadian Association of Geographers.
Croatian word of the day: poster poster
Reflection II: When your last chapter should have been first
There is much to be offended by in the history of geography as a discipline and a few things that, as a geographer, I find slightly embarrassing. As infuriating as I found the first few chapters of Livingstone’s dispassionate expose of what he frames as the history of geography in anglo-saxon tradition, the book as a whole provided a fascinating view of the political and historic complexities as well as petty grievances that shaped and influenced the discipline.
The chapters dealing with evolution, race and the Empire were truly reveling of enormous hubris within the British ruling class. From the characterization of essentially everybody else as lesser people to the arrogance of assuming that every human endeavour should be in the service of the Empire, the struggle to define what geography in particular and academic research in general are is fascinating. Livingston, as an academic, offered a fairly balanced account of the period, but there is a more entertaining way to learn about the struggles, foibles and sheer stupidity of imperial science. English Passengers is an amazing historical novel written by Matthew Kneale featuring an intriguing set of characters and a plot that is sure to warm a geographer’s heart. It’s a sea yarn at its best. And, unlike Livingston whose last chapter would have served as an excellent first chapter, Matthew Kneale is a supreme storyteller.
Livingston on the other hand, takes a few chapters to hit his stride.
From regional approaches to environmental determinism to the debates around the validity of various quantitative models aimed first and foremost at establishing geography as a ‘proper’ science, the book is full of actually insightful anecdotes. There are two things that I find fascinating about this more recent history. First, it is quite interesting that the divisions established a century or more ago are still very much playing themselves out. Jeffrey Sachs article on poverty and economic development in Scientific American a few years ago is a prime example of environmental determinism that is still alive and well (at least if Sachs’ CV is any indication). Geography’s determination to employ complex mathematical models and indices still occasionally leaves an impression that inferiority complex of not being a ‘real’ science dominates approaches adopted by some of the practitioners of the discipline.
Maybe what we need to accept as geographers is that the beauty and the value geography brings to the table lays precisely in its dual nature of being a physical as well as a human discipline. Livingston offers two quotes that to me seem to speak of the importance of keeping both of those aspects within the discipline. He quotes Darryl Forde as saying that “human geography demands as much knowledge of humanity as of geography,” and then later on paraphrases Charles Taylor warning that “[t]o succeed in substituting calculation for evaluation would therefore be [...] a thoroughly dehumanizing achievement.” In a world that is full of complexities maybe we just need to accept that we need a discipline such as geography that is not afraid of inherent fluidity that comes from knowing that the world is more complex than anything that could fit inside a neat academic definition.
The photo is from Change Islands.
Croatian word of the day: akademija academy [aka de mi ya]
I love newspapers. I truly do. When I come to a new place, even if it is for a stopover on the way to somewhere else, the first thing I do is pick up a local daily newspaper. So you can imagine how I felt picking up the new and redesigned Globe and Mail this weekend. It was awful. Sitting on the coffee table with a bunch of Sears flyers, it was virtually indistinguishable from that lot. The front page looked like something you would scan while waiting in a cashier line, but would never pick up. I am still not sure if the Style section had anything besides advertising in it. The infographics (which I also happen to love) were either incomprehensible or completely unnecessary; the stories were shallow; visually informative and interesting photographs none-existent. Focus, a section that my significant other and I used to fight over, was uninspiring.
I don’t know what it is that their market research told them, but if the Globe wants to be Canada’s national newspaper, than they better start acting like one. That does not mean just covering this country from coast to coast, but actually being relevant to as large a portion of Canadians as possible. I truly don’t know to whom the last weekend Globe was relevant.
A colleague of mine attended a recent event for non-profit service providers in Newfoundland and Labrador. She said the keynote speaker stunned the room at one point when he told them point blank that young people, contrary to the popular belief, are engaged, active and care deeply about social issues. If they are not engaged with your organization, that is your problem, not theirs, he said. True for non-profits and even more true for newspapers.
Instead of focusing on redesign and platform, Globe should have sunk all that cash into actual journalism. The poverty of writing voices in that paper is disturbing. Even when they do have some of the best talent this country has to offer they do nothing with it. Their photo department is beyond stellar – I know that – and yet when was the last time the Globe offered you a visually compelling and complex narrative?
There is this massive void begging to be filled with good journalism, instead the Globe offers us a glossier front page. Please, please, please give us good journalism and stop fretting about the platform – platform doesn’t matter. I’ll find you wherever you are if you give me a reason to look for you.
The photo is of a defunct water pump on Change Islands. If you’re thirsty, it want do you much good.
Croatian word of the day: novine newspapers
Time to clean up links that keep accumulating in my To Blog About folder. Let’s stick with the geography theme and look at some maps.
Thanks to Kottke’s ridiculously interesting blog, here is a set of maps from major cities around the world that, using flickr, show the difference between the places most often photographed by tourists and the places most often photographed by the locals. Really, really neat.
Subway maps have legendary status among designers. Here are samples of some of the world’s most impressive subway maps.
Maisonneuve Magazine has a post on Eric Fischer’s maps of race and ethnicity in American cities. Fascinating visual reminder of just how racially segregated American cities still are. I wonder what the maps would look like if we were to do this in major Canadian cities.
Yanko Tsvetkov is a UK-based designer who had fun with some rough maps of European stereotypes – they wouldn’t be funny if there wasn’t a grain of truth in them.
Thanks again to Kottke, check out two mapping exercises I find particularly interesting because they reinforce the fact that every map is a social construct creating a representation of not just space, but also of social and power relations. The first one is a mapping project commissioned by the British Council that provides a visual record of visitors’ experiences at a cultural event. Walking Papers is similarly an attempt to create socially constructed maps of local points of interest.
About a year and a half ago, I had a chance to participate in a small way in what geographer Derek Smith (in the photograph) termed “kitchen table mapping.” Through a series of interviews with local residents in Change Islands he managed to add a couple of hundred names to an official map that contained barely a dozen of place names. The final map (PDF), (available through Stages and Stores) reflects detailed geographic knowledge of the area local residents have, but it is also an important document preserving heritage that has been passed through the generations. The map may also provide local fisherman with additional information in their quest to develop sustainable fishing practices in the area.
Croatian word of the day: karta map
Miss F. and her friends have a word they use to describe the mix of nervousness and excitement just before a good thing happens – they say they are nexcited. That is exactly how I feel at the moment, hence the 5 a.m. post.
Today is my first day at my new job as the manager of knowledge mobilization at the Leslie Harris Centre of Regional Policy and Development. I am super excited about it, but at the same time, after almost eight years of communications jobs, I will be doing something different and I do feel nervous.
This is, of course, great news for this blog as well. I always tried to keep my communications jobs separate from the rest of my life, but I feel no need to do so now. You can expect all sorts of posts that will deal with rural development and policy, probably a great deal more about my own graduate research in those fields, as well as a lot more about how universities and rural communities could and should work together. This also means that I feel free to pursue some other projects that have been on hold for some time now and I am very excited about that too.
The photo above, the more I look at it, the more it is becoming one of my favourite photos of all time. If you asked me a month ago how I felt about my life, I’d probably say that I felt a bit like the girl on the right – I had plenty of rope to roam around, but it could have been yanked at any time. Today, I definitely feel like that girl jumping off the wharf. The photograph was made on Change Islands a few weeks ago during the Great Fogo Island Punt Race.
Croatian word of the day: skok jump
Those who know me, know that I dislike being in the middle of large groups of people engaged in mindless small talk. That’s the major reason why I don’t photograph weddings – they drive me around the bend. I just spent three days surrounded by 500 people and I can’t tell you how good it felt to spend the morning picking berries with the girls and cooking a dinner for everybody afterwards. I will say that some aspects of the last three days were fun, but I desperately needed my alone time. It will take me a week to recover from this.
On that note, here is an essay by Jonathan Rauch in The Atlantic that some time ago caused a bit of controversy: Caring for Your Introvert.
The photo is from Change Islands. Local residents and visitors are watching the Great Fogo Island Punt Race from the government wharf earlier this month.The race is not just a tourist attraction, but also an important part in preserving the local knowledge and tradition of wooden boat building.
Croatian word of the day: borovnica blueberry [boro vni tza]
A few weeks ago, I lucked out and was able to photograph a little bit of The Great Fogo Island Punt Race – a 10 mile rowing race from Fogo to Change Islands and back. The rowers use traditional and locally built boats called punts. A cranky punt is a fast, but more difficult boat to handle and, when the punts were fishing vessels, having a cranky boat was not a good thing. Things have changed. Bellow is a trailer for a locally produced documentary Cranky. And the photo is of two boys on the government wharf in Change Islands where they were watching and very seriously discussing the race.
Croatian word of the day: čamac boat [cha ma tz]
A bit of a warning to regular readers: this is going to be a post for geography geeks, but I think there is more than enough to keep everybody’s interest.
Yesterday, during research presentations grad students give to the faculty before they start their research in ernest, one of the students gave a really interesting presentation on data visualization. Data visualization is a fascinating field because it requires much more than just the ability to perform statistical analysis. It also requires understanding of human psychology and quite thorough understanding of design. So, here are some links that have been collecting digital dust in my “TO BLOG” folder.
First of all here is a presentation Dr. Hans Rosling gave at one of the TED conferences. I am not exactly a fan of TED, but this is really good even if I would argue with some of the interpretations.
You can also visit Dr. Rosling’s website Gapminder to play with the software yourself.
Cartographies of Time sounds like an amazing book. The book looks at the ways people tried to visualize passage of time. Beautiful illustrations.
The next link will take you to a collection of visual stories published throughout the history of Fortune Magazine. I know that the website looks awful, but do follow the links because you will find things like this map of Standard Oil tanker fleet, a diagram of U.S. Public Health Service, and this Margaret Bourke-White’s portfolio on copper production cycle.
Watch (h/t Antonia) a full length documentary (on NFB’s fabulous site) on Marilyn Waring whose work in New Zealand as a politician and social scientist is remarkable. Among other things, she has used a visual method to map the work of women that is often unpaid and unrecognized. If you are in the mood to watch an excellent documentary, make it this one.
And last, but not least, visit Visual Complexity, a site that holds many examples of data visualization.
The photo is of my Change Island hostess who makes the best fish cakes on the planet.
Croatian word of the day: vrijeme time [vr ie me]
Change Islands, Newfoundland.
Croatian word of the day: krađa robbery [kra ja]
I was sitting at the dining table after breakfast at our hostess’s house on Change Islands and right there in front of me was this photo. I like it a lot because it for some reason says Newfoundland to me.
Two photography movie links today. A photographer I know recently posted a link to the entire War Photographer movie. If you haven’t seen it, it is an exceptional and disturbing film. It is essentially a documentary about photographer James Nachtwey, but there is much more to it than that.
The second link comes courtesy of Fred Lum, a Globe and Mail photographer, who recently posted it on a forum I occasionally check out. It’s a short documentary about photgrapher Don McCullin. He is truly a remarkable human being first and foremost. Just a word of caution: in today’s sterilized media, especially in North America, some of the images and footage are quite disturbing in both films.
Croatian word of the day: zavjesa curtain [za v ye sa]
One of three Change Islands stores.
Croatian word of the day: cesta road [tz e sta]