#flowerpot island

[cityseeker789]

Flowerpot Island, the dreamy beauty!

In the heart of Ontario's Georgian Bay, there exists a place of extraordinary beauty and wonder. This place is Flowerpot Island, a hidden jewel nestled within the pristine waters of Fathom Five National Marine Park. As you approach this enchanting island by boat, you are greeted by a surreal landscape that appears straight out of a dream. Towering limestone stacks, known as the flowerpots, rise majestically from the crystal-clear waters. Hidden caves, rugged coastlines, vibrant underwater ecosystems, and other attractions near by await those who love exploring the new wonders of the planet. Flowerpot Island is not just a destination; it is an invitation to explore, discover, and connect with the untamed beauty of the natural world. In this blog, we delve deeper into what Flowerpot Island, ON, tourism has to offer, its adventures, and the compelling reasons why it beckons travelers from around the globe.

Flowerpot Island Odyssey, Cave Point, and Sea Stacks

Imagine a place where the rocks look like giant flowerpots, hence the name Flowerpot Island. These huge, tall rock formations stand like nature's sculptures, and they are what make this island so special. The biggest one, called the Great Flowerpot, is a whopping 23 meters tall, while the smaller one, the Lesser Flowerpot, reaches 12 meters. They're like nature's art, carved by wind, water, and time. But Flowerpot Island has more to offer than just its flowerpots. Its coastline is like an adventure waiting to happen. There are sea stacks, which are tall columns of rock that rise from the water, and caves, which are like secret tunnels in the rocks. You can explore these wonders as you hike around the island, and if you're feeling extra adventurous, you might even go into some of the bigger caves.

Underwater Wonders:

Beneath the crystal-clear waters lies a mesmerizing world of shipwrecks, vibrant marine life, and underwater formations. The island is a diving paradise, attracting divers from around the world eager to explore the depths of Georgian Bay. Whether you're an experienced diver or a novice looking for adventure, the underwater world here promises an unforgettable experience.

Green beauty & nearby attractions

Even though you might expect flowers everywhere because of the name, the island isn't covered in blooms. But it's still a green paradise. You can find rare ferns, mosses, and even orchids. These plants thrive in the island's unique environment, making it a special place for plant lovers. In addition, Flowerpot Island is just one part of the larger Fathom Five National Marine Park, a UNESCO biosphere reserve. Nearby, you can explore other islands like Big Tub, which is home to more shipwrecks, and Cove Island, known for its historic lighthouse. The town of Tobermory, located on the mainland, serves as the gateway to Flowerpot Island and offers charming shops, restaurants, and the opportunity for glass-bottom boat tours to view the shipwrecks from above.

Author Name Megha Sharma

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[datzyuk]

hello canadian friends. does anyone have recs of what to do/see/eat near tobermory. i will be hiking up there for 2-3 days at the end of may

[littlecondo]

I had a few days away with some female friends. We got an Airbnb up in the Georgian Bay Area, packed our bikes, our swimsuits, and an obscene amount of food and headed up for four nights. Here are the tourist highlights:

- The Grotto: so busy! We had to get a permit for a four hour time block. The water was freezing so I mainly hung out on the rocks

- Flowerpot Island via some shipwrecks and with an ice cream afterward. This was a great outing but a full day affair with driving there and back.

- Halfway Log Dump - another beach requiring a reservation. Quieter than the Grotto and dire warnings about strong currents. I just dipped my toes. We saw a baby bear on the way out! My first Ontario bear!

- Wildlife highlight from one of our rides - a family of Sandhill cranes! I only caught this one on video, it was quite vocal about our presence.

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By the way, these days that (thanks to hbomberguy's new video) many people are talking about plagiarism and stealing material without sources or obfuscating the sources, I'd like to point out how blatantly that happens here on Tumblr with images.

I follow various tags related to the contents of this blog, mostly the names of places in our country, and you wouldn't believe how many posts I get on my dash with "because you follow #[name of place]" and it's a photo of some completely different place, with no link to source nor name of the photographer, misattributed to a different location, even to a completely different country, or very often that is simply using that tag for ~aesthetics~. And I've also seen it the other way around, photos of our country and it says it's Italy, and the same happening with other pairs of countries. These posts also tend to come from the same few blogs: blogs completely dedicated to stealing photographers' and/or other artists' work, where post after post it's all they never say where they got them from. And, like in the case of some tags, it seems to me that often they're using these place names just to add on to the "exotic factor".

In the last months, I've also seen this happen increasingly more with AI-generated images. By not including the source and saying it's X place, they pretend it's not an AI but a photo. Some of them are very realistic (until you zoom in into the details) but some of them it seems to me like they shouldn't be believed, for example this one I got on my dash because I follow #Mallorca:

First of all, that's obvious AI (look at the flowerpots, the supposed hieroglyphics, and there is another bathtub in the next room, so this person has 2 bathrooms but neither of them has a door?). I had seen this same image as part of an image set being shared some time ago titled something like "Ancient Egypt-inspired interior design", which makes much more sense and was in fact the prompt for the AI to create it. This AI created a bathroom (bath-courtyard?) inspired by the aesthetic of Ancient Egypt, but somewhere down the chain of people sharing the images someone decided to say this is in Mallorca, for some unknown reason.

The thing is, this aesthetic has nothing to do with Mallorca. Mallorcan architecture doesn't look anything like this, but many people are reblogging it and still tagging it #mallorca, which I assume means they believe this is a real place in Mallorca or at least has something to do with Mallorca.

Most people around the world won't know what Mallorca looks like, what its architecture looks like, they probably don't even know what language is spoken there or maybe even where it is on a map. And that's normal, because we can't know about every far-away place in the world! I don't mean to shame anyone who fell for this. But if they don't know anything about it, from now on, will this Ancient Egyptian style be what they associate with Mallorca? Is this the kind of image that they will associate with the island?

I don't have any point to make with this post, I only wanted to share this situation as a reminder not to believe everything you see on the internet, and especially when they're not telling you where it came from.

[jwenvs3000w24]

Blog 4: The Natural Art of the World

Hey everyone! Welcome back, today we’re looking at nature in art and the beauty of nature. Enjoy the reading and the pictures!

Nature comes in many different forms; the physical which is the tree’s, plants, animals, water and the physical stuff you can touch, the spiritual which is what the physical things mean to you and how you care about them, and there’s an artistic form too which can range from pictures to paintings to dances to stories to songs, all of which are beautiful in their own way. Every person and thing on earth has a different level of connection through each of these forms of nature. This triangle of form connection acts in a way that if someone is more connected to nature in a physical way they are not as connected to nature spiritually or artistically. Most people are mixes of two of the three forms, but usually they lean more strongly to one of them. For me, when I am interpreting nature on a hike I am most connected with nature spiritually with physical, but my lowest form of connection is artistically. I’ve never really been one to sit down and listen to music or look at paintings of different things, however, I will gladly look at pictures of things people have found or seen out in nature. 

This is a picture I took on Flowerpot Island, Tobermory of a lone birch tree on the beach, and thought about how much this tree has been through with all the storms, waves, and ice that lash against it with no remorse but yet it still pushes through and stands strong.

People perceive nature’s beauty through their forms of connection. The textbook talks about the ‘gift of beauty’ and defines it as how it, “should promote the ability, and desire to sense the beauty in one’s surroundings to encourage  conservation/preservation and allow for a stronger spiritual connection” (Beck et al., 2018). I like to think of this as looking at nature through someone else’s views. 

This is a painting done by Mark Nadjiwan (https://www.threetreesart.com/) of dragonflies. I purchased this painting for my mom who's favourite animal is a dragonfly, but also because the story behind it is amazing. It talks about combining western science views with the views of the indigenous peoples. I highly recommend everyone to look at the paintings and read their stories.

There is an outstanding artist that lives in Lion’s Head, Ontario whom I have purchased a few things from because of the beautiful stories that go along with each of the creations. This artist is Mark Nadjiwan. He is an indigenous artist who creates simple but complex indigenous art. He has a website:https://www.threetreesart.com/ which his creations can be found on. Every single work of art he creates has a meaning behind it along with an indigenous story of what entity it is about and what it means to the indigenous. Through the use of these different stories it ties in the many spiritual beliefs from indigenous people in ways that never really would have been thought about unless you grew up learning the stories. I would frequent his stand he set up to read the many stories he had and to purchase the ones that had the biggest impacts on me and the way I see the world. By reading these stories it helped me think about the animals I see everyday in a different way and it gave me more appreciation for them, even the animals that we consider “pests”.

Going back to the idea of the connection forms of nature, sometimes nature can display itself artistically that any person cannot resist to appreciate. For example, sunsets/sunrises are a form of natural painting on the world's biggest canvas. How many people do you know, when walking or driving and you see a sunset/sunrise, that don’t stop and look at all of the different colours for even a second?

This is a picture of my most handsomest puppy (Ripley) with a stunning sunset behind.

Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! Please check in again next week for the next blog!

[lierrelearns]

I'm not sure that my photos really convey how gorgeous the grounds of Gioji temple really are.

嵯峨菊は、肥後菊、江戸菊などとともに日本を代表する古典菊の一つで嵯峨天皇の御代、大覚寺大沢池の菊ヶ島に自生していた野菊を、永年にわたって洗練したものです。 一鉢に三本立てで高さは約ニメートル、上から三輪、五輪、七輪の[七五三]の形とされ、[天・地・人]の格を有します。 葉は上から淡緑、中段には緑、下段は紅葉した黄色と春夏秋冬を表し、花弁は平弁で五十四弁、長さ約十センチが理想とされます。花色は[御所の雪(白)]　[御所の秋(黄)]　[御所の綿(朱)]　[御所の春(桃色)]などの単色が多く、あまり混色しません。 四色に咲き誇る可憐な花に、深まりゆく秋を大いに、堪能してください。

Vocab 嵯峨菊 (さがぎく) Saga Chrysanthemum (Chrysanthemum grandiflora var. Saga) 肥後菊 (ひごぎく) Higo Chrysanthemum 江戸菊 (えどぎく) Edo Chrysanthemum 古典菊 (こてんぎく) classical chrysanthemums 嵯峨天皇 (さがてんのう) Emperor Saga (10/3/786-8/4/842, 52nd emperor of Japan 809-823) 御代 (みよ) (imperial) reign, period 大覚寺 (だいかくじ) Daikaku-ji 大沢池 (おおさわいけ) Ōsawa Pond (artificial pond from Heian period) 菊ヶ島 （きくがしま）lit. Chrysanthemum island 自生 (じせい) growing wild (naturally), native 野菊 (のぎく) wild chrysanthemum 永年 (えいねん) long time, many years 洗練 (せんれん) polish, refinement 鉢 (はち) flowerpot 七五三 (しちごさん) Shichi-Go-San Festival; lucky numbers 天地人 (てんちじん) heaven, earth, and man 有する (ゆうする) to have, possess, own, be endowed with 淡緑 (たんりょく) light green 緑 (みどり) 紅葉 (こうよう) fall colors 春夏秋冬 (しゅんかしゅうとう) the four seasons 花弁 (はなびら) flower petal 弁 (べん) petal 御所 (ごしょ) imperial palace 朱 (あけ) scarlet, red 単色 (たんしょく) single color, monochrome 混色 (こんしょく) mixed color, compound color 咲き誇る (さきほこる) to be in full bloom 可憐 (かれん) sweet, touchingly lovely 深まる (ふかまる) to deepen (intransitive) 堪能 (たんのう) enjoying, satisfaction

[peak-zuko-tournament]

The bracket has been made!!

Round one will be posted Friday at noon EST. All polls will be a week long because I simply don't have the free time to do 24 hour ones.

Here are the match-ups for round one:

Ember Island Players Zuko vs Zuko who's scar is (not) on the wrong side

Old Zuko vs Fandom Zuko*

Zuko smiling into the camera vs "that's rough buddy"

Firelord Zuko vs Zuko talking to a frog

Pigtail Zuko vs Lego Zuko

Zuko alone vs "why am I so bad at being good"

Young Zuko vs Boomerang Zuko

Zuko crying at lightning vs Zuko escaping an inescapable prison

"I'm never happy" vs Zuko's first appearance

Nightmare Aang Zuko vs small background Zuko

Live Action Zuko vs Zuko from the novel based on the live action movie

Zuko right before Azula comes back vs Gaang Zuko

Zuko saving his crewmate vs Slick Zuko

Zuko with his hair flowing in the wind vs flowerpot Zuko

"hello, Zuko here" vs The Blue Spirit

"you're a talented kid" vs comic Zuko

*fandom Zuko is basically any Zuko the fandom has created. I initially had this competitor split up, and entered multiple fandom Zukos from various fanworks, but I realized they would probably just be crushed by canon Zukos, so I've combined them all into one. I will link some of the fanfics submitted. TLDR: this Zuko is pretty much up to your imagination -- pick whatever your favorite fandom Zuko is and vote accordingly.

Submit propaganda! it can be in asks, reblogs, or under the tag "peak zuko propaganda"

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5- Sunshine

Ah heck, time sure does get away from me. I had this just about done last night, so far I've been doing pretty good in having these finished ahead of time, but given how early today's shift started it completely slipped my mind. No big deal, though! That's just how it is sometimes.

Continuing in my hopping, today we're stopping at Psychonauts. I still love this series to bits, and the Thorney Towers gang are still some of my favorite characters ever from how much we get to interact with them. I love that so much of the fandom saw the four of them and collectively went 'ah yep pair them all together, they're a matching set and can't be separated.' It's cute.

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The morning light was one of the few mercies they had been allowed in those blasted ruins. Even trapped in the labyrinthian hellscapes of their own tormented minds, there were tiny fragments of comfort to desperately cling to.

On softer days, those lucky moments when things nearly felt normal, they’d share the feeling together. Though Edgar remained chained to the floor of his studio, he had just enough slack to sit on the rim of the broken mezzanine and watch as the rising sun glowed through the spindles of broken walls. It offered new colors from the ones he stared at for hours on the surface of his paint cans and wooden palette. It eased the strain in his aging eyes, reminded him that there was still a world outside of his own little room stuffed with his looping regrets. He’d offer a warm greeting to the courtyard below.

Napoleon didn’t often give Fred time to rest between their constant battling, but he took whatever he was given with an iron grip (bite? He didn’t exactly have hands to use nowadays…) With how often he was stuck in illusory, dreamlike battlefields, anything that felt concrete and firm was welcome. He sat with his back to the east, feeling how the warmth brushed up his neck and watching the shadows shift. If he was particularly fortunate, Crispin would have fallen asleep by then. He had no hands to wave back up at Edgar, but he responded with the best smile he could muster and a listening ear to whatever he or Gloria wanted to talk about. They were still his patients, he'd do whatever he could to make them feel even the slightest bit more comfortable.

Most of the greenhouse’s windows were broken, just the same as the rest of the asylum’s windows. Though she was typically too distracted to notice, Gloria did note that the sunrise could make the remaining fragments shimmer and paint little rainbows across the floor and on her audience of flowerpots. Something about it reminded her of one of her childhood recitals, and when she ventured out of the greenhouse and into the courtyard to interact with her fellow residents, she’d share her stories with them as long as they were willing to listen. Sometimes she forgot how charming they all were, far more lively even now than some of the stuffy high-rollers that had once attended her opening night performances all those years ago.

Boyd could hear them as he worked. He heard many things. Messages passed between birds as they watched him, recorded him. The radio static caught in his fillings. The things in the water that whispered. Echoes from the courtyard. Boyd knew who was speaking in there, his paranoia warned him that they were just as untrustworthy as everything else, but something else in him just couldn’t be absolutely sure that they were dangerous. They were victims of the conspiracy, too, that’s why they were all there in the first place. That’s why they all had to be there, locked away safe on a secluded island. Why he had to guard the gate to make sure nobody broke in.

Gloria…she talked about how much they all missed him, how they wished he would come inside just to speak for a little bit. He wished they understood, this was all for everyone’s safety. He would do whatever it took to make sure the Milkman was dealt with. Once he figured it all out, nobody would have to worry anymore. He wouldn’t be in danger, none of them would. But he couldn’t bear to tell her to stop coming. Her voice was golden-yellow and warm like honey, like the sun. Boyd hated how the sunlight bleached the stone walls, making it difficult to tell between his chalk diagrams and the place they were written on. Despite that still, there were moments when the light felt like a relief against his skin. If anything, being able to see made it less likely that someone could sneak up on him. It was the closest he could get to safe.

All of those thoughts faded with time in their minds. The asylum was nothing but rubble now. They were more than happy to get that place and those memories as far away from them as they could, even as the four of them stuck together for some sense of familiarity in an unfamiliar world. Acclimating to the outside life again became easier with time, but having each others’ support was really what made everything more bearable in the end.

Edgar, for reasons he wasn’t sure of, found himself waking up at the crack of dawn. He’d slept just fine, and he had nowhere to be for hours, but still he rolled out of bed and decided to get ready early. To his surprise, he spotted the others doing likewise, all sitting at the kitchen table in varying states of wakefulness.

“Mmm…mornin’, Edgar.” Boyd watched him with slow, sleepy eyes.

“Uh…good morning, everyone. It’s awful early, isn’t it? I’m surprised to see you awake.”

“Same to you.” Replied Fred, sipping at his morning coffee. “You sleep okay?”

“I did, yes. For some reason, I simply feel too awake to try and sleep anymore.” He took note of the open blinds. Everyone’s chairs were pointed towards it, despite the abundant space available. “The sunrise? What made you decide to watch it?”

“I dunno,” he replied. “Something about it just feels nice.”

Gloria nodded in agreement. “It feels nice.”

Without any fanfare, Edgar took a chair and squeezed in. “...Dios mio, it’s quite a sight.”

[fleurcareil]

Nova Scotia: North and West shores

Before heading to Nova Scotia, I'm visiting the Hopewell Rocks which are at almost high tide this morning so that people kayak around the flowerpots rather than walk on the ocean floor. The Bay of Fundy is infamous for its fog so many viewpoints did not have much to show but the walk along the cliffs was still a great way to start the day!

After having rounded the end of the bay through Moncton (which I visited a few years ago but didn't find interesting), I dove into Acadian history at the Monument-Lefebvre National Historic Site in Memramcook and at the Fort Beauséjour – Fort Cumberland National Historic Site. The first time I had heard about the Acadian people and their horrible deportation by the English had been in Cape Breton many years ago, so I knew their story but it was interesting to learn more... many of the original settlers came apparently from the area of La Rochelle in France, which is close to where my grandparents lived! The Lefebvre monument is at the first French college in the Maritimes, which allowed Acadians to get educated in their own language, which in turn spearheaded efforts to reclaim their identity. It was also the location of the first Acadian Convention in 1881, which continues to be held every 5 years celebrating Acadian culture across the world. Driving along Nova Scotia's north and west shores, the display of the Acadian flag everywhere shows that people remain proud to this day! 👌 The visit to the fort gave pretty views over the bay but also sobering thoughts as this was the site where the English deported many Acadians after having taken over the fort from the French (who had forced the Acadians to fight with them despite having proclaimed neutrality) ... It makes me shudder to be reminded time & time again of how brutal humans can be against each other!

A completely different type of history is told at the Joggins Fossil Cliffs, which is a UNESCO world heritage site recognised for its preserved sequence of Carboniferous sediments and, due to the high tides continuously exposing more rock face, a tremendous collection of fossils from the Coal Age. Not only are there tons of fossilized trees (the 3 pics below are from left to right of the outer cast of a tree trunk, a tree root embedded in the rock, and a trunk that tumbled down from a rockslide), but it is here that a fossil was found of the first reptile which could reproduce on land and which therefore is the ancestor of all land-based animals, including the dinosaurs and ourselves 😃. A guided walk along the beach allowed us to pick up random rocks and ask whether it contained a fossil, and most of the time it did! 😁 It was a shame that we were not allowed to take anything home (I already have a little fossil collection from Oman), but that's what conservation is about.

Final activity of the day is setting up my tent at Five Islands Provincial Park, close to the highest tides in the world (up to 16 meters!) in the Minas Basin, where I arrived at low tide so that I could walk over the seafloor to the first of the islands and have a look at the magnificent red cliffs (that don't contain any fossils). No single mosquito meant that I could watch the sun set over the bay in peace 😊. Next morning, the usual fog wasn't too bad so that I still had a bit of a view over the rocks from up high on a hiking trail.

Driving around Minas Basin the next morning, I tried to see the tidal bore that happens when the high tide water rushes into a shallow river but missed it twice (at the first place in Truro I was an hour too early and at the next place along the Shubenacadie River it had just passed), but to watch the speed of the water coming in was impressive nevertheless (I had taken a video but sadly only one is allowed per post & I got a cooler one further down).

Having spent enough time on the high tides, I drove slightly more inland and had a great time wine tasting at Luckett Vineyards in the Annapolis Valley. Similar to around Niagara, this region has many different wineries who have tasting rooms, restaurants and little trails for visitors. The highlight here is the red telephone booth, from which you can call free to anywhere in North America, so I made a call to my colleague Kathryn who had recommended the place! 😍

Before leaving town, I also visited the Grand-Pré National Historic Site, which was the largest Acadian village before the deportation and where a statue of Evangeline graces the grounds in front of a memorial church. Evangeline was a fictious character from a poem that became to symbolize the Acadian plight so she's quite a heroine around here with streets, shops and everything in between named after her! The Celtic cross indicates the place where the villagers boarded the deportation ships before the town was burned down.

On that gloomy note, it started to rain and it didn't stop for two days 😒 the delicious chowder (seafood soup) at a harbour restaurant in Digby helped to warm up after which I was very happy having booked a hotel for 2 nights!

Despite the crappy weather I still had a great day at Digby Neck, which is a series of 2 islands jutting out into the Bay of Fundy, connected by two little ferries whose timetables are aligned so it's one drive through. I had however left an hour early so that I could hike to Balancing Rock on the first island, where a large piece of granite hangs precariously over the edge of the sea. It's a beautiful, rugged coastline and also the boardwalk to it (with big-leafed skunk cabbage around the trail) was pretty so well worth braving the rain!

And then I had the most awful but also the coolest whale watching tour I've done so far... we spent about 3 hours off the coast of Brier Island in the driving rain on an open boat on a rolling sea looking for whales and seabirds... About a 1/3 of the tourists vomited and although I kept it in and was warm & semi-dry due to my many layers, it sucked!! There was nothing to see for a long long time apart from a few swimming seals and shearwater birds so the mood wasn't great, until two humpback whales called Foton and Litte Spot (according to the marine biologist) showed up right next to us!! They kept coming close to the boat and flapped their pectoral flipper on & on the water for some 20 minutes...something I've never seen before, really special! Swimming so close by, you could see their massive, grooved bodies and ofcourse their tails when they were diving deeper. On the way back, when the rain briefly stopped & the waves subdued closer to the shore, everyone was smiling 😃 however never been so happy to sit dry in my car waiting for the ferry ;)

The next day there was rain nor fog (woohoo!) so had a pretty drive along the west shore, where there's mostly small Acadian villages, the bigger town of Yarmouth where I got some beers from the local microbrewery and many, many lighthouses of which I chose three to visit. The first one was at Gilbert's Cove where you can walk up a ladder to stand next to the old light (now decommissioned). Outside, there were male eider ducks close by the shore so that you could see how truly large they are.

The second lighthouse I visited was at Cape Saint Mary, a tiny square (still active) building that you can't enter, but which has impressive rocks around it. Nearby Mavillete beach has pretty dunes and would be a great place to chill if it were warmer!

The third lighthouse that I saw is at Cape Forchu, southwest of Yarmouth, which is called the "apple core light" because of its shape. I can't imagine living on such an outcrop during a winter storm!

On the final stretch to my camp cabin for the night, I passed through badly burned forest west of Shelburne, which had been doused only the week prior... The fire had grown to more than 235 square kilometres and forced more than 6,000 people from their homes, destroying over 200 houses and other structures. It was very sad to see the "apple green" trees turned into all this black, stinking mess... That night, the smoke alarm in the cabin went off from time to time, which I was later told is due to remaining ash in the air.

Just before turning into the campground, I walked briefly around Shelburne's historic district, which was built largely by British Loyalists who fled from the US and started a new life here. It only being 4pm, the town was deserted apart from a few prom photo shoots which was funny to watch as they are still soooo young :)

Wildlife: 3 seals & 2 humpback whales (Digby Neck), 15 male Eider ducks. There's ofcourse also lots of shore birds all around the Maritimes, but whose name I don't know apart from gulls and cormorants which I'm not fond of, so ignoring those 😉

SUPs: none

Hikes: two at Five Islands PP, one at Digby Neck

[sylvaindt]

[still-single]

HEATHEN DISCO ep. 335 streaming now

HOUR 1

Mark – For Your Own Personal Ends

Cymande – Dove

Vaughan Mason & Crew – Bounce, Rock, Skate, Roll Pt. 2

Natural Information Society – Immemorial

Invisible Man’s Band – Rent Strike

Jane Inc. – 2120

Astaron – St. John’s Fire

Total Control – Paranoid Video

Chasms – Parallel

Rob Mazurek / Exploding Star Orchestra – White River

Ron Morelli – Tangled Trap of Love

HOUR 2

Curve – Coast Is Clear

DAF – El Que

The Flowerpot Men – Beat City

Bastro – Recidivist

Access Denied – No Way Back

The Good Samaritans – Gaskya-Kace

Shawn Maxwell – Appointment with…

Invisible Man’s Band – All Night Thing

City Boy – 5.7.0.5

Guy – Spend the Night

Tristan Disco – Social Dance (Krikor Remix)

Maurice Poto Doudongo – Passport Train

Shudder to Think – X-French Tee Shirt

Fire-Toolz – Paraclete Bhishajyati

Jana Horn – In Between

HOUR 3

Cherubs – Dreamin’

Connections - Lorraine

The Sundays – A Certain Someone

Morgan and the Organ Donors – So Dark

Hard Stuff – Jay Time

Cherokee – Girl, I’ve Got News For You

Dust – Chasin’ Ladies

Rock Island – I Keep on Tryin’

Sir Lord Baltimore – Lady of Fire

Crabby Appleton – Go Back

KVL – Absent Crash

Budgie – Breadfan

The Gun Club – Sex Beat

Bed Wettin’ Bad Boys – Nobody Else

Television Personalities – This Angry Silence

Lloyd Cole and the Commotions – My Bag

HOUSE of ALL – Dominus Rumine

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Flowerpot island - l' île aux pots de fleurs

Nouvel article publié sur https://www.2tout2rien.fr/flowerpot-island-l-ile-aux-pots-de-fleurs/

Flowerpot island - l' île aux pots de fleurs

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26/16

#24GloNaPoWriMo #amitasinfinity

Format Final

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Prompt Dated : 2024 April 16

Response No : 1

Poem No: 26

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Prompt : An abstract, philosophical kind of statement closing out a poem that is otherwise intensely focused on physical, sensory details.

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Featured Poem

Our featured participant today is Sarah Zimam, who brings us a riddle in response to Day 15’s stamp-based prompt.

They’re teeny weeny works of art

They’re portraits set in crinkled frames

They’re open windows to the world

They’re other currencies and names

They’re passports made for birthday cards

They’re fairy- sized photography

They’re sticky tickets anywhere

They’re lessons in geography

What are they ?

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Poetry Resource :

Today, our daily resource is PoemShape, a blog where you’ll find poems, close readings, art, and interviews.

April 4, 20244 Replies

I know those strains

I know those strains you’re whistling now

You hear the music too—

Seductive little madrigals—

O yes, I’m sure you do.

You talk to me about the starlings

I say it’s chickadees.

Let’s both of us debate the birds

And never mind the bees—

The bee that flies melodiously

To kiss the neighbor’s flower;

The neighbor’s hummingbird that sips

The nectar from the bower.

We both of us know that refrain.

Our better angels wring

Their hands all while we hum the tunes

Those other angels sing.

I know those strains

by me, Patrick Gillespie April Fools 2024

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Prompt :

Finally, here’s today’s (optional) prompt, taken from our 2016 archives. Today, we challenge you to write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does. The “surprise” ending to this James Wright poem is a good illustration of the effect we’re hoping you’ll achieve. An abstract, philosophical kind of statement closing out a poem that is otherwise intensely focused on physical, sensory details.

Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota

BY JAMES WRIGHT

Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,

Asleep on the black trunk,

Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.

Down the ravine behind the empty house,

The cowbells follow one another

Into the distances of the afternoon.

To my right,

In a field of sunlight between two pines,

The droppings of last year’s horses

Blaze up into golden stones.

I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.

A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.

I have wasted my life.

James Wright, “Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota” from Above the River: The Complete Poems and Selected Prose.

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Poem Title :

The Corner Room with its Sunny Balcony

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A wooden bed painted white, stark, four legs and mango wood slats

No headboard or side rests replaced your ICU bed

Piled on it still lie cotton bed sheets, pillows and pillow covers.

Steel trunks , neatly labelled, full of your clothes, for different seasons

From thin summer mulmuls to cotswools and thick sweaters

Lie piled against the walls on every side.

A table with the trays and little cartons that held your daily medications

Knickknacks presents keepsakes your glasses and prayer beads

A flower vase and a fruit basket, guards one corner.

The balcony with its plants in flowerpots

Your bathroom with its set of floral buckets

And matching basins, bathstools and soap dishes

Are taken care of, cleaned, dusted, aired and watered everyday.

Life after life is a matter of faith.

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Poet : Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia

Poem 26/ 16th Day

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Blog 3: Privilege in Nature Interpretation

Hey all! Welcome back to my 3rd blog post and thank you all for joining me on this journey! Enjoy my thoughts on privilege in Nature Interpretation and obviously some pictures as well!

What is privilege? The definition of privilege is a special right or advantage available to only specific people or groups. As an example this could mean that someone who is born in a large city (e.g., New York, Toronto, L.A., etc.) may never visit an untouched natural forest. While, someone born in the country or smaller towns (e.g., St. Clements, Huntsville, Lion’s Head, etc.) might be a 30 second walk from one. This privilege of being able to visit the forests and see them in their natural untouched beauty can cause a very long lasting, and deep impression on someone as a child, which, can help their love for nature grow and be significantly different than someone without the privilege of being able to visit these places on a daily, weekly, monthly, or yearly basis. 

A picture of the untouched forest on Flower Pot Island, Tobermory from a boat just off shore. The smaller of the 2 flowerpots is seen in this picture as well.

Some people with the privilege of being in nature at a young age are going to care for it more. Thus, if you have a nature interpretation guided hike or fun activity it is more likely that the people who have had the privilege of being exposed to nature are going to show up to the hike/activity and interact with the event happening, than someone who did not have the privilege of being exposed to nature as a young child. 

A picture taken from my grandma's sugar bush. Pails on the trees can be seen and are used for collecting sap for making maple syrup.

I was personally lucky enough to have had this privilege and have a deep interest in nature. Every year, my family goes to my grandma’s house and taps trees to collect sap and make maple syrup, and for many years when I was young I wouldn’t really help that much (oops) and would run around the bush playing in the trees and the ponds that were all around. I also had the privilege of exploring new places such as Snyder's Flats in Bloomingdale, and many trails through the Northern Bruce Peninsula. This privilege allowed me to see many different animals in different events ranging anywhere from a bear trying to break into a dumpster (unfortunately I didn’t get a picture) to water snakes mating on the rocks to feeding flying squirrels from my hand. Many people will never be able to experience these things because they never had the privilege of being in these places multiple times or for extended periods of time.

2 wild baby foxes I saw on my way home from work in the summer time.

Thank you all once again for reading this blog. I hope you enjoyed, and hopefully you join back next week for the next post!

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AMERICAN SAMOA - PAGO PAGO 5th April 2024

The sun was shining brightly as we arrived in American Samoa.

We docked in Pago Pago (pronounced Pahng oh Pahng oh). This was the view as we arrived:

We had arrived on the main island of American Samoa, Tutuila and we took a tour of part of the island. The tour took place in wooden island buses with bench style seats, open windows with no air conditioning and no seatbelts. This is what our bus looked like:

We were taken to places where islanders find great meaning in their lives. The first stop along the coast was the monolithic Fatu-ma-Futi or Flowerpot Rock. There are actually two!

The Flowerpot Rock - the further from the shore - rises straight out of the ocean as though it is guarding the entrance to Pago Pago bay. We continued to travel west. The scenery showed how lush and green the island is:

We stopped at a woody site which was of great historical significance to the islanders. Below is a star mound or Tia Seu Lupe. This marks the site where young men would come to hunt for pigeons competing with others. The man who could capture the most birds would then receive the chief ‘s or at least a father’s blessing to marry a young woman.

The Polynesian people of the island live in villages. It was very noticeable that there was an abundance of churches. Often as we were passing through villages, we noticed that many houses have ornate graves marked in the garden as shown here:

Apparently it is Polynesian tradition to bury family members at home. Houses and the land are passed from generation to generation. It was also very noticeable that the villages had a variety of covered pagodas.

Some of these are built by families for their private use, but we also saw many along a beach which are for public use. Apparently each tribal chief has one and each religious minister so that they are a very common sight.

We passed some fantastic scenery along the coastline:

This was near an area which people treat as a water park. Nearby to these jagged rocks were “slider rocks” which are smooth and people enjoy surfing over. Unfortunately not everyone confines themselves to the smooth rocks and it was sobering to see a beach side graveyard for those who have never been found!

We then visited the village of Leone to see an important memorial to those from that village (11) who died in a destructive tsunami in September 2009. Many others were killed in other villages too. The memorial is a sculpture of a “breadfruit” tree as this is a tree that over generations they climb to save themselves from tsunamis. It was very poignant as the memorial had all the photographs of those who died including little children. Here is the memorial:

The coastline at this point showed evidence of earthquake movement with rocks across the bay.

We then returned to Pago Pago and visited the marine conservation centre to learn of their conservation programme within the National Park of American Samoa. They are very proud of what they have achieved.

After a break for lunch we walked into the centre of Pago Pago which in many ways looked similar to the villages we had seen in the morning. It was very hot and humid and as we got back on the ship, there was torrential rain. Before we sailed away we saw several teams of men practicing rowing in the long traditional rowing boats associated with Polynesian culture.