Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Field Trip: Guelph Arboretum

This wasn't so much a field trip as it was a weekly happening in my Landscape Resource Analysis class, but here are two images from the Guelph Arboretum. A fair chunk of the arboretum lands are actually reverting to forest naturally, so there are open meadows with the poplars (Populous tremuloides, natch) just creeping across. The asters are in their glory right now. I find the species here in Ontario bigger and much more vibrant than the varieties we get in Nova Scotia. There are more pink ones, too. Anyway, I just love them.

Asters in the afternoon light:

Asters in the afternoon

And a close-up:

Asters

Clearly, these pictures are not from the class where we spent 3 hours walking around in the rain identifying trees.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Scotland Found

I started taking pictures of Guelph to share on the blog and with friends, when I realized my memory card had become dislodged and my images were recording onto the built-in camera memory. Along with those photos, I discovered a handful of images from my 2006 trip to Scotland (!!!) that I never downloaded to my computer. Here are the usable ones from that batch:

stones in Argyll, Scotland 2006

This one is of standing stones somewhere in Argyll, on the way from Crinan back to Lochgilphead.

Across from Crinan, Scotland 2006

This is taken at the mouth of the Crinan Canal, looking across the water. I was told a tale about the ghost of a hand-less bagpiper haunting the basement of the house. Charming!

Crinan boat Scotland 2006

This was also taken at the mouth of the Crinan Canal.

Finding those images really, really, really made me want to go back to Scotland. Maybe I will get the chance to work there some day, after this degree is finished (fingers crossed) and before I settle down in my own "New Scotland."

Monday, September 07, 2009

Joe Howe would know




"Take a Nova Scotian to Ottawa, away above tidewater, freeze him up for five months, where he cannot view the Atlantic, smell salt water, or see the sail of a ship, and the man will pine and die."


- Joe Howe

Well, I'm not quite pining-and-dying, but the fan blew in my ear today and I just ached to be out sailing on the harbour. For the moment, the thought of sailing fills me with homesickness, but I think in a week or so it will probably be my happy place. That and tending the veggie garden - I'm kicking myself that I didn't get to harvest my basil or a single tomato before I left!