Entry #2
The undulating coastlines of Newfoundland provide unlimited opportunities for discovery. Every cove has its rich history tinted by the passing of time.
Today we found a small village called Trinity.
A conscious effort has been made to preserve the heritage of once was. Homage to life in a distant past, one that has witnessed the spoils of ever marching time but has come out more or less unscathed by physical modernization.
That said the village has evolved to stay alive by shifting its focus from traditional island industries to tourism. Artisans, museums and historical preservation bring you here - physically being here makes you want to stay here.
The one thing that caught my attention were the relics of the Great War of 1914-1919. Small cenotaph erected to remember those who had left everything on the battlefields of France. A once smooth marble monument now stands abrasive to the touch, pitted as if sandblasted due to a century of exposure to the salt water air.
The names were many for a village so small. It must have been devastating to these places to lose so many contributors to the local fabric. The senseless destruction of that war savaged every corner of this nation as it laid the groundwork for our modern world.
Today, here, the dandelions grow tall, reminiscent of the poppies of Flanders.
For their sacrifice I will not forget how lucky I am.
