The Irving eco-center is a magnificent 12 km. sand
dune peninsula hosting Great Blue Herons, piping plover, mussels, clams,
scallops, sea urchins, purple sea stars, sand dollars, tiny crabs, snails and
slipper limpets. I sampled each. The 1 km. boardwalk snakes through the reeds
leaving you at the beach where you determine how far your legs can carry you.
There is a light house at the end, my legs, stomach and dehydration stopped at
km.6
The camera ran out of batteries at km. 6 so you’ll
have to image brilliant sea life, I wasn’t able to capture on film only in my
heart. Long walks give you time to ponder your life, your gifts, your losses,
and the creative juices that flow wildly. The world problems solves, our
dysfunctional families solves, but those Catholics, only God can wrangle that
one.
Driving down the Acadian coastal route 115 your eyes
are drawn to farmed oysters on starboard and blueberry picking on port, then
all of a sudden a pirate ship is upon you. A home with a full mast and bridge
is sitting dry docked right beside the road. Eccentric is putting it mildly,
over 200 hats hover in her tiny shed that hosts anything British. Jewels,
dishware, dresses, shoes, silverware, crystal, chandeliers, and Christmas ornaments,
and to think she is from Halifax.
His shop, the ship, has every trinket imaginable. He
builds full scale drawing out of wood. Pierre Trudeau canoeing in the deep
woods of Algonquin Park with family, friends, and his political caucus in the back
drop of a maple forest. Large eagles fly off of Noah’s Ark along with every animal,
two by two. He has created a full size coffin with him in it that was rather
creepy as I scooted down the backstairs, only to tumble upon hoary moonshine
jugs, linen, and tapestry.
A drawer full of keys, marbles, stones, pegs for
poles, licence plates hundreds of them, bowls for cooking, more carved wood
pieces and hanging lanterns in every vintage and color to match your taste. The
side of the boat is adored in paddles, snowshoes, wooden shovels, ropes, colored
shipping balls, sponge and Styrofoam buoys in oval, square, diamond and round shapes.
Tractor seats, milk jugs, and park benches greet
your eyes, before your eyes are drawn to the female figurehead at the front of
the ship garbed in rope. She is busty no less and has to serve as: route finder
because men refuse to ask for directions, to ward off spirits, for we all know
who the spiritual gender is, and the ropes….well that is as always some
perverse male idea.....
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