Nova Scotia, Etc.

I like to keep things orderly and put my thoughts and photos into themes but there are just times when things don’t fit or come later or are loners. Time to get caught up with those.

Here is church architecture to add to my previous post, this one taken from close to where we went whale watching – St. Margaret Village. Now you need to know that it is difficult to know when we go through a village because it is something like going through Montana where you see a sign with a town name, population 5. The map says this is St. Margaret Village and I know it is right because this is St. Margaret of Scotland church.

I posted on colorful houses on the Gaspe Peninsula and couldn’t resist this house that was at Bay St. Lawrence which is a small fishing village.

As we are traveling we enjoy pulling our kitchen (and toilet) behind us. It allows us to stop at a road side picnic table to have a healthy lunch of yogurt, fruit, sandwich or whatever is still left in the frig. On this day we also had some trail mix that seemed to attact this party crasher. My husband, being the gentle soul that he is, encouraged him by putting out nuts and seeds.

Party Crasher

As we were going up the west side of Cape Breton Highlands, we saw our first sign of fall color.

Yesterday as we were driving along the southern edge toward Sidney, we saw much more color. I am eager to see what another week will bring here on the northern east coast.

Petite Wild Flowers in the Maritimes

I love flowers and there were wildflowers blooming everywhere – fields of them, along the road, along drives, hedgerows of them. I made it my mission to photograph as many as possible. I don’t have my wildflower guide with me so I can’t name most of them. Maybe I’ll make that my mission when I get home.

Caped Jewelweed or “Touch Me Not”

This one looks like a funny little fish with fins and tail. They were very difficult to photo because they are very small and somewhat scarce.

Here is another tiny yellow beauty.

Bridfoot Trefoil or Lotus Corniculatus

Here is a purple beauty that was also hard to capture because it is so small and grows a couple of feet off the road shoulder.

Solanum Dulcamara

These white flowers are common throughout the Gaspe Peninsula, northern New Brunswick and this was taken on the Cabot Trail of Nova Scotia but were very difficult to capture in an image. When they grow in mass they are striking because of the white ball and silver stem & leaves. In order to capture them successfully I had to find an isolated flower in order to get contrast.

I found these pink little beauties as I was taking pictures of wildflowers while my husband was pumping gas (again). I took a lot of fun images from the lots of gas stations. These were back in the weeds so I had to threaten life and limb to get them – they are so small that I couldn’t get close to get a good focus. But then this is what they are and what makes them so special.

This afternoon I was taking pictures of these….

When this fellow started posing for me.

If you know the names of any of these, please let us know in a comment. Thanks Gary Schollmeier and Moriah LaChapell for providing names for the first three. I would enjoy being able to provide captions for all my wildflowers.

A Tryst with Nature

Aran Island

This was taken on Aran Island off the cost of Republic of Ireland. I was traveling with a group of students studying the culture of the Republic of Ireland and had the opportunity to take this side trip. As a result of doing several of these culture trips, when I travel I am always thinking about how the environment shapes the culture and how people adapt to the environment. After all, we are as much nature as mice and moose, bear and bugs. It is only our ability for abstract thinking that allows us to set ourselves apart – but we are a part.

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These walls are absolutely amazing. There are hundreds (thousands?) of miles of them. There are parts of the island that were covered in a shale-type rock and to grow crops, the settlers had to first stack all the rocks into hedgerows and then cart seaweed from the ocean to make soil. What work. What would make people choose (?) to do this; obviously some sort of persecution. Every rock in these walls had to be picked up and moved to make space for animals (food) to graze. And to think I don’t like cleaning up the dust nature leaves on surfaces in my house!

Weekly Photo Contest: Inside

I Inside Secret

Two friends in St. Petersburg Russia discussing an “inside” secret. I can’t give it away but it has to do with the violinist of a string quartet who looks like Woody Allen and just walked by.