Carbonear, Pt.2: The Sound of Diamonds

Geologists, biologists, and chemists will all tell us that long, long after humans have left this world, the oceans will remember us. But really, that would be obvious to anyone who's ever been on a beach, where alongside the countless rocks and twisted bits of driftwood lay our every fingerprint: rusted steel, broken glass worn smooth by water, and of course, plastic, as ageless and unkillable as the stones themselves. It says something about this place that even with the litter, it's still so beautiful.

Just a tiny piece of beach here in what is basically our back yard, looking out onto what i'm told is Carbonear island. Many of the stones on this beach are too square and regular to be natural, as if they were once shaped into bricks for some stone building, long since crumbled.

For a small place, though, they've got a heck of a lot of young folks. The crowd here was the biggest yet, around 500 students, and they were terrific. We're now five shows in, with something like twenty still to go.

I fear it'll all go by too fast.