Upon a wind-swept knoll above the fishing outpost of Green Point on Newfoundland’s west coast, graze a hardy strain of sheep first introduced to the island province in the 16th century. Derived from the Border Cheviot breed common to the Scottish and English borderlands, this local stock is shorn and set out to pasture in the spring and their lambs sent to market in November as the blustery winter sets in.

The field of summer forage sits atop a half-billion-year-old, fossil-bearing ledge uplifted from an ancient sea during a time when the European and North American continents began to break apart. Today, Europe has drifted far to the east and Newfoundland and North America’s mainland are now separated by the Gulf of St. Lawrence.

This is at once a solitary and lively place; a lonely corner of the world far from the mass of humanity surrounded by the voices and movements of the relentless wind, sonorous waves, cracking ice and, on this otherwise quiet evening, bleating sheep.

- James Baker