Showing posts with label Canada. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Canada. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Wordless Wednesday..."Oh, Canada..."

..a few from some trips to our neighbor 
to the north a few years ago.



Alexander Graham Bell Historic Site, Baddeck, Nova Scotia


Flower Pot Rocks, New Brunswick




St. John River, New Brunswick

Halifax Harbor



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Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Wordless Wednesday....Campobello Island, Canada


Just a short drive across the bridge from Lubec, Maine...


The Roosevelt Summer "Cottage"












East Quoddy Lighthouse




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Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Wordless Wednesday...In Honor of the Olympics

In honor of the Winter Olympics, being held in the very beautiful city of Vancouver B.C., a few more pictures from last year...
















can you find the three boats?





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Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Wordless Wednesday- Canada Place



Thought I would try this out.
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Thursday, July 23, 2009

The West Quoddy Lighthouse

It has been awhile since I have shared a lovely lighthouse with you, so I think I will favor you with a few pictures and a bit of history from the last one I visited, the very picturesque West Quoddy Lighthouse in Lubec, Maine. So cute, with it's red and white stripes and it's beautiful setting on the rocky coast.

A bit of history for you first. This lovely light stands at the tip of West Quoddy Head, at the end of Maine’s St. Croix River and Passamaquoddy Bay, separating the USA from New Brunswick, Canada. Of course, as is so often true with lighthouses, the present one is not the first that has stood at this spot. The first was constructed in 1808, after a sum of $5000 was authorized in 1806 by Thomas Jefferson for it's construction. It was a wooden tower that had to be replaced in just two decades, due to deterioration, replaced by a rubble stone tower. Again, there was an issue of poor construction, as Lighthouse Keeper Alfred Godfrey describes.
"The house leaks all about the eaves and windows in rainy weather. The chimneys smoke badly…we have no rain water cistern, no well. Our water for domestic use is obtained from a spring about 200 yards from the house. The lighthouse stands 110 feet from my house door, on the edge of the cliff...The tower is built of rubble stone, badly laid. In winter the walls are coated with ice from the effect of leakage. The windows of the tower blow inward in storms from being insufficiently framed...In winter the inside of the glass is coated with ice, from the condensed vapors of the burning lamps, and in summer the glass is also covered with sweat and condensed vapor."
Happily, the better built brick tower with her third-order Fresnel lens manufactured by L. Sautter of Paris and wooden keeper's house were constructed in 1858 and both remain standing, in excellent condition, until today. The present tower, on a masonry foundation, is 49 feet high, and stands 83 feet above sea level. Such a cute little lighthouse...

Another issue over the years at West Quoddy was the need for some some of audible guide for ship in addition to the light, due to the great amount of fog they receive there. West Quoddy Light has the historic distinction of having America's first fog bell.
Over the years a number of solutions were tried and found lacking. The first bell, weighing 500 pounds, was installed in 1820,after a Congressional Act provided “a sum not exceeding one thousand dollars...for placing a bell near the light-house on West Quoddy Head.” It did not prove up to the task and a number of other solutions were tried over the years, until a 8-inch steam whistle was installed in 1868. In 1885, the steam whistle at West Quoddy logged more hours of operation than any other fog signal in the United States – an amazing 1,945 hours, since the coast there is foggy about half the time in summer. It must have been wonderful for those that lived there, don't you think? To quote New England Lighthouses: A Virtual Guide
"In Down East magazine, Ruth L.W. Draper recalled visiting West Quoddy Head as a girl in the early 1900s. On one visit Ruth and a friend were awakened by the "fearsome shrieks" of the fog horn, which proceeded to blast for 56 straight hours."
The light was automated in 1988 and is now own by the state of Maine and is part of the Quoddy Head State Park. The grounds and the keepers house, now staffed by the West Quoddy Head Light Keepers Association, are open to the public and they operate a Visitors Center and small museum and art gallery in the house. The park and the lighthouse are also quite near the very scenic town of Lubec and right across a short bridge from Lubec, there is Campobello Island, in New Brunswick Province, Canada. Campolbello is where the Roosevelt family had a summer home and young Franklin Roosevelt often spent the summers. The Roosevelt Campobello International Park on the island is on Canadian soil but staffed by both US Park Service and Parks Canada staff and supported by both governments.

Besides it lovely setting and very nice grounds and a number of trails worth exploring, West Quoddy is noteworthy for several reasons. First, despite the name, it is the eastern most spot on the US mainland and of course, the light is well known for it's distinctive red and white, horizontally striped day mark. It is one of only two painted that way in the US, the other being Assateague Light in Virginia. It is believed it was painted that way shortly after the present tower was finished because the color made it stand out against a snowy winter background and was very common in nearby Canada.
Whatever the reason, it makes for a charming sight and a lighthouse well worth a visit if you find yourself in 'Down East' Maine.






Monday, July 13, 2009

Beauty Is Only Cover Deep...Sometimes



Gosh, I was all set to post this earlier, but I came home from work this morning and fell asleep with my laptop on my lap. Guess I need a nap. But now, from Just One More Page
Today’s MUSING MONDAYS post is about book covers…

We all know the old adage about not judging a book by it’s cover, but just how much sway does a book cover have when it comes to your choice of book – whether buying or borrowing? Are there any books you’ve bought based on the cover alone?


Yes, I must say...since you asked... that I am a shallow person who indeed judges a book but it's cover. Granted, it is just an initial judgment but an attractive cover will give me pause in a bookstore and make me give it a look. Of course, that only works if I can see the cover, the book being on a table or cover forward on the shelf.
Otherwise,I am forced to use something else superficial, like the title.

At least, the author picked that, which I guess is not always the case with the cover art. Sometimes a cover is just so bad, so ill suited to the book, that I feel sorry for the author. It is an interesting question, but I think without doubt a bad cover can hurt sales...but then maybe a really good one can help. You scan a group of books and something must make you pause. Perhaps the title, maybe one you heard of before, maybe an author's name you know, but often it is the cover and something as simple as whether it appeals to us.

I give as possible evidence a show I recently saw on TV. A little study, with the same identical meal being served to two groups, a meal consisting of a salad, fish, veg, potato and chocolate cake. But with one group it was served on paper plates, plastic utensils, bad lighting, folding chairs. With the second, stylish tableware, tablecloths, a printed menu with lovely descriptions, a nice restaurant setting and the exact same food. Then each was asked to rate the food and guess the price. The first group gave it, on a scale of 1-10, a very mediocre 3, the second a quite high 8 and guessed the price as three times as high.

Yes, people do judge by 'the cover'.

I would post some pictures of covers I really like, but I am just too tired to go hunting at the moment.

OK, a few pictures of my vacation to amuse you, emphasis on the amuse part. The fishing was not great but I did catch...and released of course....four tiny fish. 2 very young salmon or parrs, a wee trout and a very small chub. I call it my
"Gallery of Tiny Fish".


 
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Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Musing Wednesday...Yes, I Know It Is Suppose to be Monday!


Casco Bay, Maine

Yes, it is way past Monday, in fact it is Wednesday Thursday, but I am on vacation again. I am in New Brunswick Canada this time, salmon fishing (the fishing is awful but I am having a great time!), so I am just now turning on my computer for the first time in days.
So better late than never!
Today question, via the ever musing Just One More Page...

Today’s MUSING MONDAYS post is about library company…

Who, if anyone usually accompanies you to the library? Is it somewhere you go alone? Or is it a regular outing with family or friends? Which do you prefer?


Well, when I was a wee Caite, I went with my mom, as I have talked about here in the past. A nice memory. But now...well, I rarely go to the library, but if I did, I would go alone quite honestly. I see books as a solitary pastime. Hmmm...odd comment for a book blogger?...lol
Really, when picking books, at the library or at a bookstore I would prefer to be alone. Ok, actually I usually I just prefer to be alone most of the time.
But when I am looking at a book and trying to decide if it is something I might like, I want as little distraction as possible. I want to read the back of the book, maybe the first few pages and see if this story grabs me, if I am lured into the story. So it is not a time to chat I think.
And so as not to appear rude, best I just go alone.

Speaking of alone, it is my last day here fishing in Canada and I will start my trek home tomorrow. A day traveling south to an undetermined point in New England and then home on Saturday...and back to work that evening. But first, let's see if we can find another pictured for you, to go with the one taken on the way up at Casco Bay in Maine on the 4th of July.
the Miramichi River, New Brunswick, Canada

Friday, July 3, 2009

A Car, A Lobster and the Open Highway!

You might have noticed that I love these rather silly quizes. Well, I do! So here, from Cathy at Kittling Books is another one. BTW, Cathy is a train it seems...




You Are A Car



You're the type of person who likes to do things your way. You're a little stubborn.
You're very expressive and a true individual. You don't like to compromise.

You are a very private person. You value your alone time.
While you may seem self centered to some, you are actually very cooperative when you need to be.



A Car! Imagine that...Private, alone time, self centered. So very true! ;-) and so fitting since I am outta here, bright and early (actually still dark and very early) this morning, heading for a week at places north. Yes, I know I just got back from vacation, the Great Alaska/Yukon Adventure, but I am leaving again.

I am going to Canada, New Brunswick to be exact, to visit a friend and her husband and to go fishing. Fly fishing for the great salmon. And one day I might actually catch one if I could only learn to cast well enough not to scare them away...
This morning I am heading to Freeport Maine for a couple of days. Staying in a nice (I hope) B&B, checking out a few lighthouses on the way, hoping the weather is good enough to allow the planned 4th of July Fireworks and town concert to go off.

Well, no matter the weather, LL Bean will be open, 24/7/365. And lobster rolls don't care if it rains.
That is good enough!

Sunday, May 17, 2009

O Canada......



Greetings from the nation of Canada. This morning, we left the Great State of Alaska and drove over the very high and rather scary Taylor Highway from the town of Tok (find that one on a map) Alaska, over the Top of The World Highway, crossing the border in the Yukon territory of Canada, to the town of Dawson City. All very old west, gold prospectish.

Dawson was at the heart of the Klondike Gold Rush in the 1890 and here is still active gold mining in the area. In fact, we stopped at an old gold dredge yesterday to try our hand at panning for gold. Since I only found about $7 worth I will be returning to my job at some point in the near future.

From a literary point of view, Dawson City is most famous for having two well know writers that once lived here, the poet Robert W.Service (The Shooting of Dan McGrew) and the writer Jack London. You can view the two cabins in town where they lived...ok, Mr. London did not actually live in the town, but he did live in the cabin...or part of it. I walked out to look at them but since it is Sunday evening they were closed and hopefully I will be able to visit again tomorrow when they are open and find out the real story on that.

Tomorrow, off for an excursion away from the group, up the Dempster Highway, to Tombstone Park and the search for more critters to take pictures of. Hmmm...I really should post some pictures....