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an intelligent world of blue

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Yesterday, we went on a drive along the Saint John River from Oromocto to Jemseg. We hoped to see some birds or other wild life. But we didn’t even see a crow!!!!

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However we did see the world painted in a sweet-toned shade of blue … the ice on the river, the long shadows on the meadows and the sky. I was reminded of Douglas Adams and his tribute to hooloovoo ‘blue’.

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A Hooloovoo is a super-intelligent shade of the color blue.

― Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy    

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Copyright Jane Tims 2017

Written by jane tims

March 3, 2017 at 7:57 am

harvesting colour … colour of the harvest

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On our weekend drive from Canterbury to McAdam, I saw another aspect of the ‘harvesting colour’ theme.  Anywhere you travel in New Brunswick, you usually come across wood harvesting activity and Highway 630 was no exception.  About half way along, a turn in the road brought us to a large forest harvest.

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forest harvesting operation

forest harvesting operation

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The wood from the cut was stacked into gigantic walls.

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wall of cut wood

wall of cut wood

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The clearcut laid the land quite bare.  It will be many years before this area returns to the hardwood habitat typical of the area, if at all.

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spruce and fir

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The wood from the cutting had been piled according to species.  The colours of the cut wood were quite distinctive.  The largest colour contrast was between the pale almost white, ash …

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and the very orange wood of the  spruce and fir …

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spruce and fir

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I have no particular point to make, except to honour the very individual characteristics of these trees.

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Copyright  2014  Jane Tims

 

Written by jane tims

June 23, 2014 at 8:57 am

fencing us in (day 19 and 20)

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When I first moved to New Brunswick, rail fences could be seen almost everywhere in rural areas.  The design was simple – stacks of very long cedar logs in a zigzag without posts at the junction. The logs were piled from 3 to 4 high and were very weathered.  These fences used cedar in the construction because of its natural ability to withstand rot.

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As the years go by, these fences have gradually disappeared from the landscape.  Part of this is because the fences eventually deteriorate.  Also, people salvage the rails for landscaping and other projects.

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distance travelled (map from Google Earth)

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8-19  February 25, 2014   30 minutes  (Petit-Rocher-Nord to Petit-Rocher)

8-20   February 27, 2014   30 minutes (Petit-Rocher to Petit-Rocher-Sud)

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Although I haven’t seen the zigzag style of rail fence on my virtual bike trip along the northern New Brunswick coast, I have seen other rail fence designs.  These fences are also built of cedar, but the rails are supported at the junctions by short lengths of cedar …

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rail fence Nash Creek

rail fence near Nash Creek (image from Street View)

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or on a sort of ladder, consisting of two posts and cross-members …

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rail fence Pointe verte

rail fence near Pointe Verte (image from Street View)

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When I was younger, sitting on a fence like any of these was on my list of favorite things to do.  Today, our property is fenced with a zigzag style cedar rail fence, built by my husband who is proud to say not a nail is used in the construction …

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nailess rail fence round our property

zigzag rail fence round our property

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I wonder if there are nails used in this rail fence …

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March 5, 2014  'rail fence'  Jane Tims

March 5, 2014 ‘rail fence’ Jane Tims

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Copyright 2014 Jane Tims

rural relics (day 10 to 12)

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On my virtual bike trip along the north coast of New Brunswick, I am seeing many aspects of rural New Brunswick that are almost relics in our modern world.

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11 to 12

distance travelled (map from Google Earth)

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8-11  January 31, 2014   45 minutes  3.0 km (Eel River Bar to Charlo)

8-12   January 28, 2014   30 minutes  7.0 km (Charlo to Blackland)

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relic:

  1. object that is interesting because of its age or association
  2. surviving custom, belief or object from a past age

(Oxford dictionary)

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One of these relics is the rural mailbox.  Amid controversy, the single mailbox at the end of a driveway is gradually being replaced, so there are very few end-of-drive mailboxes along the route I am travelling.

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We had a mailbox for many years and it was always fun going to the end of the drive to get our mail.  Once when I was at my grandfather’s farm for a vacation, my Aunt Anna sent me a parcel so I would have the fun of getting a box in the mail.  I remember well reaching up to get the parcel and I remember what was inside – a snow globe!

getting a parcel in the mail

getting a parcel at my grandfather’s mailbox

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About ten years ago, we were shifted to a community mail box.  We have a key and an assigned box.  It is still fun to get the mail, but less convenient …

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mailboxes near New Mills

mailboxes near New Mills (image from Street View)

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Another relic of a more self-sufficient way of life is the remnant apple orchard.  In some cases, the apples are still used by thrifty families, but often the fallen fruit is left for the deer …

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orchard near Blackland

orchard near Blackland (image from Street View)

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I also see derelict barns and sheds along the road, abandoned as people give up farming and a more rural way of life …

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February 11. 2014 'old shed near Charlo'   Jane Tims

February 11. 2014 ‘old shed near Charlo’ Jane Tims

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Do you encounter remnant bits of our past in your travels?  Do they bring back memories?

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Copyright  2014  Jane Tims

the colour of October #2 (Tansy yellow)

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So many colours!  The orange of the big pumpkin on our doorstep.  The reds and yellows of the Red Maple leaves in piles under our feet.  The bright white of the moon this month.  The golden colour of the needles of the Tamarack now falling with every breath of wind.

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The colour that has inspired me this week is the yellow of Tansy  (Tansy vulgare L.) still bright along the road in Fredericton. The flowers are like brilliant yellow buttons.

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I couldn’t duplicate the colour with the yellows in my watercolour palette, but after layers of alternating yellow and white, I have realised how wonderful the yellows of nature really are!

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October 27, 2013   'Tansy'   Jane Tims

October 27, 2013 ‘Tansy’ Jane Tims

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In a month’s time, the bright yellow heads of the Tansy will be black!

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Copyright  2013  Jane Tims 

Written by jane tims

October 30, 2013 at 7:09 am

featuring a 1941 International truck

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I have had a few poems accepted for publication recently.  These include ‘abandoned resort hotel, Devil’s Head’;  ‘Berries in Cellophane’; and ‘1941 International K-4’.  They appear in Issue 10 (Spring, 2013) of The Lion’s Head Magazine (online).  You can have a look at these three poems at  http://lionsheadpress.blogspot.ca/

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‘Berries in Cellophane’ is from my manuscript on growing and gathering local foods.

The poems ‘abandoned resort hotel, Devil’s Head’ and ‘ ‘1941 International K-4’ are both part of a series, not yet completed, on abandonment.  This series began my interest in abandoned churches, and lead to the novel I am now working on – ‘Saving the Landing Church’.

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The poem  ‘1941 International K-4’ was inspired by an old International truck, seen in a wood lot in southern New Brunswick in the fall of 2011.  It was set up on steel drums and looked like it was no longer used.  Rusted and out-of-commission, she was still elegant to behold.  The poem came easily, written in the ‘voice’ of the truck, recalling its various adventures.

Have a look at the poem in Lion’s Head Magazine and let me know what you think.

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Copyright Jane Tims 2013

Written by jane tims

January 18, 2013 at 7:39 am

writing a novel – stories about abandoned churches

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My husband and I were married in an older local church.  I remember its lovely flower garden, the church bell, the woodwork, the organ, and the beautiful stained glass windows.  Our wedding day began an extremely successful marriage… so far we have been married almost 33 years!

The church was deconsecrated in 1995 and torn down.  The congregation moved to a new church not far away.  The new church incorporated the furniture, hanging lights and stained glass windows from the old church.

Even today, almost twenty years after the demolition, I drive past the empty space and I always feel badly.  Sometimes there is a car parked on the very spot where we said our vows.

Once I took my son to the now-empty site of the old church and showed him where it once stood.  He asked, as a joke, ‘Does that mean you and Dad aren’t married any more?’

His question seemed funny at the time, but now I think about how closely our lives are linked with the spaces where we celebrate.  If a space disappears or changes, it may seem profoundly sad.  But it doesn’t negate the actions taken there.  The best things in our lives supersede the physicality of their associations.

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Copyright  Jane Tims  2012

Written by jane tims

December 7, 2012 at 7:35 am

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