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apple orchard after the ice storm

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On Saturday, we went for a drive to see the results of last week’s freezing rain storm. Every tree sparkled with its layer of frozen water. When we stopped by the roadside to take some photos, the sound of cracking ice made a continuous stippling noise in the forest.

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I was amazed at the odd miniaturized appearance of the ice-covered apple trees in an orchard not far from our cabin. The trees are normal sized but there is a lack of scale and weirdness of light in the photos that miniaturizes the entire scene. The third photo, including the ploughed side road, looks more normal.

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I think this will be our last winter storm of the season. We still have snow on the ground but next week’s warming should take it all away!

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Copyright 2016 Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

March 28, 2016 at 7:00 am

a moment of beautiful – icicles

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the space: drip line of a house on a winter day

the beautiful: icicles

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On the day after an increase in temperature, when the snow from the roof is melting, the front of our house, on the south side and in full sun, is always dripping and making icicles.

They glitter and sparkle, sculptural wonders of frozen water.

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ice storm

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for three days

freezing rain and willow

have hung uncertain magic

along the river

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ice in layers

laid on the bones

of the tree tops, branches break

candy-coats crack in the sun

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I refuse the sparkle

resist the awe

worry

the bones will not recover

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©  Jane Tims 2009

Written by jane tims

January 9, 2013 at 10:18 am

eight days – ice storm

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During my eight-day stay in Ontario, the highlight of uncertain weather was an ice storm.  The freezing rain fell for hours and coated every surface with a layer of icy glass.

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freezing rain

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trees, bare branches, wait

wood snaps in the stove

budgies peck at cuttle bone

pellets of rain, tossed

at the skylight

a second transparency

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bare twigs turn in wind

to even their coating

in these last moments

before temperature turns

the snowpack on the picnic table

shrinks at the edges

shoves over, makes room

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branches gloss so gradually

candles dipped in a vat of wax

over and over, acquiring thickness

the sky, through the skylight

dimpled tile, rumpled mosaic

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rain stipples bark as narrative

appends to memory, pane here,

light there, layers of glass

cedar twigs turn downward

as fingers, ice builds

layers of skin

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© Jane Tims 2012

 

Written by jane tims

January 30, 2012 at 6:49 am

at the bird feeder #3

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I am amazed at the volume of seeds these little visitors eat.

The deer, racoons and squirrels take their unfair share, of course.  Last year, I watched a deer attack the feeder with its tongue, scooping up every bit of seed in a matter of minutes.  Even without the deer and racoons and squirrels, the birds descend in a flock and the food is soon reduced to a scattering of seed-husks.

We have come to a conclusion – next year we will put up a mammal-proof feeder.  My brother-in-law has it figured out.  He has installed a large cedar post in an open area and encased it in aluminum pipe and flashing. Enough seed falls on the ground to give a treat to the squirrels and other marauders, and the birds are the focus of the money-drain.

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feeding the birds

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I wait, no patience to speak of

for the next bird to find

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this food more delicious than seed offered

by my neighbour, swears

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he had cardinals, mine the left-over

chickadees and nuthatches, flocks of redpoll

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litter the feeder, red-dotted heads, their toes

grip courtesy branches, a perch

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impossible to find, after the freezing rain, branches

encased in slip-and-slide, candy-coated nutrition

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won by complication, every kernel harder than stone

seed in a casing of black, sunflower

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and pencil draw the finches, grosbeaks smash seed-coats

with deliberate jaws, shards of sunflower husk and ice-coat

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fall as rubble

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©  Jane Tims  2012

Written by jane tims

January 13, 2012 at 10:18 am

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