Holiday Perspectives ~ Eliot Wright
In this next Holiday Perspective
guest post, we hear from Halifax-based photographer
and visual artist, Eliot Wright. He
shares what he misses most from Christmases growing up in Newfoundland.
Spruce Tree,
Former Montague Gold Mines
Site, NS, 2013
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The Family Tree
By Eliot Wright
Growing up in Newfoundland, I never once bought a Christmas tree.
I don’t remember how young I was when I cut my first tree, but I expect
I wasn’t much older than four. Who did the cutting—whether it was my father or
I—well, it didn’t really matter; it was the hunt and the connection to nature
that was most important. I expect it was dad who did the cutting in those early
years, and it was I who was left to bushwhack our way through the snowy woods.
I revel in the family story of my mother collecting me from my father’s house
at age two, only to find me “playing” with an axe in the back yard. Sounds
frightening, but I’m sure the reality was much less alarming than the tale.
Nonetheless, I have felt accustomed with such tools from an early age.
The Christmas tree hunt became a yearly ritual. Family members would
place orders a few weeks before Christmas, specifying crucial details like
height, width, bushiness, and symmetry. Then dad and I would collect our saw
and a couple of axes, hop into the pickup and drive out to our spot. At this
point I’d like to clarify that I grew up a Townie—for those not accustomed to Newfoundland language, that means I was
from the city of St. John’s, as opposed to a rural area, which would have made
me a Bayman—so, it wasn’t as if my backyard was filled
with potential Christmas trees. Over the years our spot changed as the city and
surrounding area developed, but every year we’d drive a number of kilometers
out of town to a quiet section of crown land and begin our hunt.
There is something unbelievably relaxing about standing in a
snow-covered forest, with only the sounds of the wind blowing and the
occasional creaking tree. If you haven’t ventured to Newfoundland before, it is
a place renowned for its wind, which can occasionally interrupt the tranquility.
But it rarely bothered us. Bundled up warm, dad and I would hunt for a couple hours,
meticulously selecting trees for their respective features. Usually we’d
collect about three trees, drag them back to the truck and tie ‘em down, hoping
they’d make it back into town safely. Once, a tree did break free from the
truck on the highway, but was rescued before serious incident.
Every family has their own ritual when it comes to tree decoration. In
my family there were many antique ornaments and handmade things that adorned
ours. I always enjoy Christmas trees all gussied up with lights, decorations
and such, but there is something missing if I don’t go out into the woods and
cut it myself.
Urchin
and Tree, Port Kirwan, NL, 2010
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Eliot Wright is a visual artist and
photographer currently living in Halifax NS. One of his latest projects is The NS
Industrial Project in collaboration with Liz van Allen. Together
they are artistically documenting historical industrial sites across the
province through photographs and jewellery. To see Wright’s other work and find out
more, please visit www.eliotwright.ca. You can
also find him on Twitter: @Eliot_Wright