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harvesting colour – memorable colour

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I am starting to think about some of the colours I hope to capture in my dyeing projects.  In my reading I have discovered that plant colours come from three groups of plant pigments:

  • the porphyrins – includes chlorophyll, the green pigment in plants that enables photosynthesis to occur
  • the carotenoids – includes the yellows of carrots and the red lycopene of tomatoes
  • the flavonoids – the yellows of flower petals and the red, blue and purple anthocyanins of strawberries and blueberries

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In my poems, I want to portray these colours with words.  A quick look in the thesaurus shows how many words we have for the various colours:

  • green: emerald, sage, verdigris, malachite, beryl, aquamarine, chartreuse, lime, olive …
  • yellow: ivory, lemon, saffron, gold, sallow, buff …
  • red: scarlet, carmine, vermillion, crimson, ruby, garnet, maroon, brick, rust …
  • blue: azure, phthalo, cerulean, indigo, sapphire, turquoise, watchet, navy, teal …
  • purple: lilac, violet, mauve, magenta, heliotrope, plum, lavender …

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Copyright 2014  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

March 21, 2014 at 7:06 am

trying to glimpse the beach 6-10

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pines inland of beach on Ile de Ré (image from Street View)

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map showing distance travelled (map from Google Earth)

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Biking from one town to the next on Ile de Ré, I know the beach and the ocean are just ‘over there’, but a berm, a dune and a sea-wall prevent any good views …

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road along beach near Le Martray on Ile de Ré – beach is across the berm to the right (image from Street View)

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 Once in a while, I catch a glimpse of the beach through a private yard …

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glimpse of beach (image from Street View)

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On the right side of the road, facing inland, I have excellent views of the salt marsh …

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salt marsh (image from Street View)

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A large area of these marshes are dedicated to producing salt …

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map showing rectangular salt reclaiming areas (map from Google Earth)

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I also see the extensive vineyards I have encountered elsewhere on the island …

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rows of vines in vineyards near Ars-en-Ré (image from Street View)

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Best View: grapes ripe on the vine …

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‘grapes’ June 5, 2013 Jane Tims

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Copyright  Jane Tims  2013

Written by jane tims

July 1, 2013 at 7:08 am

a moment of beautiful – the sound of the sea

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the space: a park bench by the edge of the sea

the beautiful: the sound of the breakers, sorting over cobbles on the shore

On a recent vacation to Nova Scotia, we had the time to sit and watch the breakers roll into a cove along St. Margaret’s Bay.  The sight of the crashing waves was inspiring, but the sounds were unforgettable…  first, the sweep and crash of the incoming waves…

then the clatter as the outgoing wave dragged at the cobbles along the shore…

My husband suffered through my recitation of a few lines of Matthew Arnold’s poignant ‘Dover Beach’, but mostly we were quiet, overwhelmed by the sound of the sea.

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greed

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jealous of its pretty

shaped and rounded stones,

the ocean mutters,

claws them back

clatters its dinner forks

over biscuits and gravy

hoards jellybeans

by the handful

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©  Jane Tims  2012

Written by jane tims

July 7, 2012 at 7:25 am

eight days – glass floats

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In days before plastic and styrofoam, fishermen used glass and wood to make floats to keep their nets buoyant. 

These floats are colorful symbols of the people who make their livelihood from the sea.  In fishing communities in the Maritimes, we often see fences and walls festooned with painted wooden floats and buoys. 

Glass floats are rarer because they are so breakable.     At home, my Dad’s collection of sea shells was always accompanied by a couple of glass floats he found at auctions.  On my piano, I have a small collection of glass floats in my favorite color, green. 

The tradition lives into the next generation… when I visited my family in Ontario for eight days, earlier this month, I was delighted to see a basket of variously-colored glass floats on the hearth of the wood stove.

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glass floats

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the fog’s still glow

penetrates glass

and air incorporated

an age ago

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weightless, flamboyant

on salt water

swell

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glass inflation

tethered by hemp

on an ocean

whipped to froth

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© Jane Tims  2012

 

Written by jane tims

January 25, 2012 at 6:57 am

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