Quidi Vidi Village - Newfoundland

© Christine Mastroianni, all rights reserved

Here, nestled in a quiet little corner of Quidi Vidi, lives a modest, sky blue house. The water laps at its web of long sun-bleached legs, like a constantly enveloping hug, dependable and familiar. Of course the ocean is not always as friendly as it appears on this particular day - at times it is quite tumultuous and barbaric, but the house does not hold a grudge. It just becomes stronger and more resilient.

This house is content just to be. It cares not what the birds think of its meagre roof, doesn't crumble under whispers made by grander, more refined dwellings, is amused by the fact that some of the watercraft gliding along on its watery front lawn consume more square footage than it does. Conversely, it probably has no inkling of the waves of tourists who delight in its presence, who clamour to capture its image as one more dimension of their East Coast experience, who revel in its hardiness. It doesn't mind either way. It derives enjoyment from the seasoning that the myriad of visitors sprinkle onto its day, providing a refreshed view at any given hour, and keeping life just right in its own patchwork of liquid and light.