Eric Demay

One thing that’s ever changing about coastal Newfoundland is the weather, unfortunate slave to the winds and currents’ fancy. You’ll wake in the morning with a bright clear sky over your head, get fog—a nuage!—with your afternoon tea, and finish the day with sleet rain slapping your pretty face.

It definitely adds to the feeling of seemingly endless days, days that encompass a spectrum of weather tantrums. You often end the day with many “Wait, was that really this morning? It feels like so long ago.” And so it Fogo goes.