Posts Tagged ‘stream’
along a stream 7-26
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One of the difficulties of a virtual trip using Street View is not getting a full view of some of the streams I cross. Until you reach the ‘bridge’, the angle is not right to see the water. When you are on the ‘bridge’, the view is obscured by the blurred curved area in the lower part of the view, a characteristic of the Street View camera.
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Today, however, I caught several glimpses of a stream that followed the road from Manassick Wood to Portholland …
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I even had a glimpse of a small waterfall created by a tributary to the stream …
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course of a waterfall … almost dry in this image, but during and after a rain, it must be lovely (image from Street View)
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The best look I had at the stream was after it emerged from the woods to a field of white flowers. The flowers look a little like Queen Anne’s Lace (Daucus carota), with white, umbrella-shaped flower clusters. However, these plants look more robust than the rather delicate-looking Queen Anne’s Lace, so I will just call them a species of wild parsnip.
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Best View: ‘biking’ from the woods into the bright sunshine and seeing the stream meandering toward the sea, banks overflowing with white flowers …
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This is the view that inspired the painting …
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Copyright 2013 Jane Tims
a covered bridge – the Marven Bridge, Kings County, New Brunswick
In late June, we drove to Sussex to do some errands. On the way back, we drove off the highway to find the covered bridge over the Belleisle Creek (Kings County). This bridge is known as the Marven Bridge and is listed as Belleisle Creek #2 in the April 1992 pamphlet ’Covered Bridges in New Brunswick’ (no author indicated). This means there was once another covered bridge crossing the Belleisle Creek but it is now gone.
The Marven Bridge was built in 1903. It is 79′ long with a span of 71′. The roadway width is 15′ 8″, and the load limit is 10 t. The maximum clearance is 15′ 8″.
The bridge is on a relatively good road in a steep valley. The blackberries were blooming in profusion along the road near the entryway to the bridge.
Inside the bridge, there is damage to the window openings where boards have been kicked out beside and below the windows. Otherwise the bridge is in good condition. We didn’t stop to look at carvings inside the bridge, but I saw a lot of graffiti as we crossed, including a giant ‘2012’.
We didn’t visit this bridge in 1992 as part of our Covered Bridge Project for Canada’s 125th anniversary. However, my husband remembers going fishing there many years ago.
I was disappointed to discover we did not bring the camera on this drive, but I did a quick sketch on site and a painting when we arrived home. I hope you like it!!!
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013
a woodland stream in southern Alberta
When we were children, living in Alberta, Mom and Dad took us for drives on the weekends. Usually, we explored the prairie roads or the landscape of the South Saskatchewan River. Sometimes, though, we sought the wooded areas of southern Alberta.
A place we visited more than once was a small wooded stream in the Cypress Hills. We called it ‘Greyburn Gap’, probably after the nearby community of Greyburn’s Gap. The site had a picnic table and shelter, woods to explore, and the little stream.
The Cypress Hills area is an eroded plateau, rising above the Alberta and Saskatchewan prairies. It was left unglaciated during the last ice age and has a flora and fauna much different than the surrounding prairie. Part of the Cypress Hills is protected as the Cypress Hills Interprovincial Park.

Elkwater Lake and the wooded landscape of the Cypress Hills Interprovincial Park as they appeared in 1967
My parents were raised in Nova Scotia and were accustomed to the forests of the Atlantic Provinces. The Cypress Hills, and the woods of Elkwater Lake, where we had a cabin, must have helped them feel more at home in Alberta.
Greyburn Gap, Alberta
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I remember a brook threaded through the trees like string
black water in the gap between gossamer and fern
a fence to mark its moving a fallen fir
to tangle its water our hands
trailing in the eddy
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a jug of root beer sunk to the neck to move the brook’s cold shiver
into our summer bodies
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© Jane Tims, 2011