Posts Tagged ‘cornfield’
autumn corn
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When I think of the fall, I always think about corn – the rustling of the cornstalks in the fields, shucking corn for a corn-boil, eating corn-on-the-cob. In New Brunswick, the corn has been harvested by now, but I thought I’d try a watercolour.
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On a trip a couple of years ago, we were very impressed by the huge cornfields. I took many photos, including this one …
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At the time, I was doing pencil sketches for my Blog and I did this sketch from the photo …
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This is my watercolour, done a few days ago from the same photo …
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Copyright 2013 Jane Tims
cornfields and mushrooms 5-5
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On April 23rd, my virtual bike trip took me along huge cornfields, reminding me of the big cornfields in southern Ontario …
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I was also excited to see small round white shapes in the plowed fields. I thought they must be mushrooms …
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I even convinced myself I saw a Chanterelle in one field, even though I know these are usually found in rich woodlands …
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The joke is on me!!! I knew what I was really seeing when I biked past a pile of small white stones at the edge of one field …
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Best View: memories of cornfields in southern Ontario …
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013
comparing landscapes
When you are visiting an area away from home, what do you notice about the landscape?
As we were driving the roads of south-east Ontario, I was always comparing the scenes I was seeing with the landscapes of home in south-central New Brunswick.
Both areas are hilly and rural, with a strong agricultural base. Both are forested wherever farmland is not the main land use. The trees in south-eastern Ontario are predominantly hardwood with some cedar, fir and pine, whereas ours are mostly mixed wood with a stronger component of conifers (spruce, fir and pine).
Probably the thing I noticed most about the Ontario farming landscape was the predominance of corn as a crop. When we were there, the ‘eating’ corn had already been harvested, but corn for silage (mostly used for cattle) was growing everywhere. It stood tall in golden fields, mostly broadcast, without corn-rows.
The corn was ready for harvest, the corn kernels held in stout, starchy ears. I think ‘ears’ is such an apt word for corn since the sense of hearing is shaken awake when you stand in a cornfield. This time of year, the long leaves are dry and rustle in the slightest breeze, carrying on a whispering conversation in an unknowable language.
gossip
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cattle-corn rustles
silage close-standing
whispers and secrets
wind-syllables
murmurs and sighs
rumours
no single
discernable
voice
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© Jane Tims 2011