They say a picture’s worth a thousand words, but in Newfoundland, every shot holds a thousand stories—strange truths and tall tales carved into the cliffs, whispered by the waves, and carried on the wind. A fishing stage remembers the hands that built it and the storms that nearly took it. The bones of old boats sit in the morning fog, caught somewhere between past and present. Even the rugged coastline, shaped by time and tide, feels like it’s holding onto a secret, just waiting for someone to listen. Every photo hints at a little truth, a little myth, and a story waiting to be told.