Showing posts with label LakeSuperiorPhotos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label LakeSuperiorPhotos. Show all posts

Wednesday, 5 August 2009

Frozen Beneath



There can be boy books and girl books. This one caught my attention as a boy book. Even Josephine looked dubious.

I thought I might support a fellow Ontarian author. At the very least, he'd gone to great effort to sell his book. The signs along the highway were a hoot!

Staying in Blind River, where the book is set, piqued my interest. I must preface my review with a story.

Once, entering my local gym in a large city, I heard two men in the weight room. Women, especially those my age, are becoming more frequent. As the language continued, I couldn't stand it anymore. I walked over to them and said, "You know, I've F*ing heard this F*ing language all F*ing day at school. I really don't F*ing want to F*ing hear it here, too." Total shock and silence. Two week later, when we met at the same time, same place, I heard, "There's the teacher..." and the F*ing word was nowhere to be heard. You have to teach people how to treat you!

Back to the book. It definitely portrayed a certain kind of man: crude, vulgar words, in both official languages. Language that added little to the plot or setting. Certainly gave me some colourful notions of the author.

If the book was designed to give me an idea of the Northern Ontario, ice fishing 'real' men, who treat women as objects then I got the picture. Now, I understand that men in a locker room speak a certain way, but it reminded me too much of the gr. 8 boys I had taught. In the presence of ladies, not necessarily women, they cleaned up their language.

I do not know if the men in Blind River are like this, but thought I ought to read to the end of the book as I wanted to have something ready for Barrie Summy's book club! My husband only made it a few chapters in before giving up!

What is interesting is that while the "F" word did not diminish through the book, or the other "4-letter words", the actual treatment of the woman (a sub-character) improved. Don't get me wrong, sometimes the word is appropriate to develop a character or illustrate extreme distress. But it wore thin after awhile. I shuddered every time I read it!

In the long run I am glad we didn't go into the Riverside Bar (Blind River) when we were there, as the derogatory, demeaning comments placed in the book about the cute barmaid really unnerved me! But that did not make me feel better. The disparaging comment about the hearing impaired, the disabled, really set back the new millennium 30 years.

The setting is truly amazing. I cannot tell you how beautiful it is in the north. Many authors have done a good job weaving this setting into their novels. It is beautiful country. if you want to read a better story, go for Nevada Barr's stories about being a park ranger. I will review her work soon!

There is a plot and it is a mystery. It's not a bad little plot, but not too many deep layers to it, despite the depths and frozen ice that protects the water beneath the main plot. The characters are pretty shallow and stereotyped. A 400-page paperback, with large type, it was something to read when I couldn't get into the library.

Friday, 3 July 2009

Skywatch Friday

massive skies in rainbow colours
angels light their lamps --
solitary lifeboat
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The skies are massive; the clouds phenomenal in Lake Superior's bays. The music is by Ian Tamblyn: Days of Sun & Wind. It is bittersweet knowing the Edmund Fitzgerald sank an hour off shore. I spoke to the daughter of a captain of the day. Her father knew the cap't of this ship. It was a terrible tragedy.

1958
On June 7, 1958, the 729-foot Great Lakes ore carrier Edmund Fitzgerald was side-launched into the harbor —signifying the birth of the ship.
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1975
On November 10, 1975, in the most famous shipwreck in Great Lakes history, the Edmund Fitzgerald sank in a treacherous storm on Lake Superior.


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Tuesday, 30 June 2009

Lake Superior





After our trip north to Lake Superior, I was drawn to do some research. One thousand million years old, it is. Created when 2000 degree basaltic lava rose up from the earth, basaltic, rhyolite and gabbroic flows and a crust that sagged into a huge depression.

The sheer immensity of this lake, and its big skies, inspires me. I am still processing all the photos and video. And we only visited the eastern portion. Along the drive the mountains rise up, one million years of sediments eroded from mountains in the east. As Dr. Joseph McInnis says, in Fitzerald's Storm: The wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, "four gigantic glaciers shuddered out of the arctic", 2 million years ago.

It was the last glacier, Wisconsin, 115,000 years ago that moved like a giant cougar across the land, tearing of the hill tops, with such weight and "granite teeth", that scoured, stripped, ground, and pulverized the rock. The massive sand and gravel pits dot the highways, evidence of the massive movement of earth.

The ice, he says, was hundreds of fathoms deep and it gouged sandstone, siltstone and shale. The book is an excellent read, and includes some geological information. The lake bounds Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan and Ontario. The lake is 400 miles from east to west, 160 from north to south. It contains 1/10 of the world's fresh water.

In the 1800s the whites moved in to clear cut the land, ripping the pine and spruce to transform them into ships and houses. Them, in the 1840s, copper miners from England and Germany began exploitations of the lake effect snowland. A major transportation route, the lake holds 350 ships that have sunk in its cruel, unpredictable weather. With a maximum depth of 1300 feet, it roils with the lake effect winds picking up moisture much as the glaciers did many moons ago. During the sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald (Nov. 10, 1975), it raised 16' high waves, with winds of 58 knots. A person would last 30 minutes in November waters. Accidents on the ship were common in shifting seas, with metal bulkheads and dangerous, slippery conditions.

In the meantime, the First Nations, Ojibwe in the east, perceived the lake to be a living, breathing body, always moving, changing, with many facets. The Fog had a big impact on life. Their lives revolved around nature, with artifacts from 8800 BCE having been found around the lake. The forest's harvest of maple syrup, spring fish runs, berries, herbs and, of course, migrating geese made it prime for living off of the land.


Wednesday, 24 June 2009

Mountain´s High


standing side by side
eyes gazing forward
thought they´d reach a mountain´s high
flying up this mountain
covering miles by day
many more lies by moonlight
despite setbacks they climb higher
pain assuaged by the pinnacle
sparkling as a gem

the glory of the challenge abates
clear pure air help them soar
scenery redolent of a richness only dreamed of
a biodome to cultivate the spirit
majestic mountain gleams with dew
air spiked with roses and thistles
wind ruffles feathers marring fine lines

the eagle wends his way up the mountain
steps taken in meticulous precision
a march of the soul ever onward not always upward
hesitant to risk a misstep
he alights on a sturdy branch eyeing his cave with regret
for a moment his gaze shifts
head turns to peer over his shoulder in the haze
to a mountain fogged in mist

abandoned now despite his best efforts
shadows flicker in the depths of his soul
surveying this territory he sighs
his kin he nestles closer under his wing
the Blue Heron taken flight through storms
lightening illumed her path
over canyons filled with rushing water
tumbling over boulders in her path
determined and triumphant she soared atop
with family granting her an eagle´s strength

she alights in the meadow and retreats to her bower
taking stock soaking up the rejuvenating light
precious ground has been lost on this mountain
more has been gained despite priorities, responsibilities, duties

faith and time and love has made eyesight keener
the journey is hard, the climb has been rough
a safe haven must be sought
the eagle nods to her, takes to wing
they fly wing tip to wing tip
up here the air is thin
with mutual understanding they set their sights

lower down the mountain where the air is richer
they breathe deeply
here we can nourish our souls
renew the life force
a plateau emerges from the dimness
a place free from rock falls

it is in this place where we may determine our next course
here there are nooks and crannies where fledglings may learn to fly
it is here we can set them free to pursue their destiny
liberating us to find ours