Last night the Gallery Connexion held its first storytelling event. The theme for the night was “lost & found”. The six storytellers for the evening included Erin Keating, Amanda Jardine, Andrew Sisk, Eric Hill and myself. The capacity crowd enjoyed what will hopefully be the first of many storytelling/spoken word events at the gallery. Big thanks to Eric Hill for setting it all up.
For my story, I chose one that I posted here last fall in written form. I call the story, “I’m the opposite of all those things”. This is my performance from last night’s event. Enjoy.
We finally decided to stop and visit Fort Beausejour today. It’s sits along the Tantramar Marsh near the border with Nova Scotia. I can’t count the number of times I’ve taken that drive and thought about stopping in there. I’ve probably done that drive 100 times and never made the stop until today. This wind-worn tree greets visitors to the site.
It’s a National Historical Site and has a pretty interesting history that you can read about in the museum. It was originally a French fort built around 1750. Shortly after it was built, the English built one nearby and the two sides would often trade goods, letters, women and gunfire. Wild times. Eventually, the English captured Fort Beasejour, dismantled their original fort across the marsh, expelled the French and kept a garrison there until sometime after the war of 1812.
If you get a chance to make the stop, I suggest you do. It’s worth it for the view alone.
This is what happens on the roof of old cars, left to rust in the sun and rain. Seriously.
Over the Victoria Day long weekend a bunch of us rented a cabin out on the Kingston Peninsula for three nights of hanging out and relaxing. Reading books, playing Yahtzee, and taking photos occupied most of our time. It was great.
Not far from our cabin was a small pond. Large enough for swimming but too small for a boat. If you had a good pitching arm you could easily throw a rock to the other side.
I have never seen as many amphibians in various stages of growth as I saw in that pond. When we first approached it, the entire sandy bottom came to life as thousands of fat tadpoles made a break for it. As we walked along the edge the flutter and scurry of these little critters seemed endless.
I’ve never been a fan of frogs and in any stage of growth but since they were literally everywhere we walked, looked, sat, stood, and crouched, I figured I best just accept them.
In a few weeks that entire area will probably seem like a scene out of the bible. A plague. I’m glad we were there when we were. Anyway, this is a picture of a frog we met along one of the walking trails as we battled the black flies in search of great photos and fresh air. We found both.
Janet spied this shot while we were out for a drive around Crabbe Mountain last weekend. I couldn’t resist.
Anyone familiar with Saint John’s uptown area has seen this faded sign along the water front. One of several reminders of Saint John’s storied past, I thought I’d try and learn a bit about Shamrock Tobacco and share it in my blog. Sadly, no one seems to know much about it. I’m guessing this sign was painted in the 40’s and all that Google can offer me besides a few tins and tobacco cutters on auction sites, are links to a few current tobacco shops in the US.
I was however, not suprised to see this picture all over the internet as I appearantly am not the only one wondering about Shamrock Plug Tobacco. The only other evidence I could find relating to this era of the company was part of a series of photographs on the history of the railroad in Nova Scotia.
The image below was described as, “B & W Postcard Of Lunenburg Railway Wharf. In The Foreground At The Beginning Of The Wharf Is A Shed With A Sign The Reads “Smoke / Shamrock / Plug / Tobacco”. There Is A Pile Of Crates Outside Of The Shed And A Small Lying Right Side Up Just Outside The
24 Mar, 1916.
Maybe this painted sign on Water Street preceeds the 40’s? Maybe it was painted closer to the turn of the century. If you have any clues, I’d love to hear them.
When I’m out wandering around looking for fun images to capture, I’ve had the best success exploring off the beaten path. Side streets and alleys offer a view not seen by everyone and as a result, they usually produce a wealth of interesting shots. This shot was taken just off one of the main streets in uptown Saint John. The building’s colour against the bright blue sky remind me of some place far away where the weather in more inviting than January in Saint John, New Brunswick.