Eastern canada.
September 2010, left quebec in whirlwind of fall colours and chaotic activity ideally suited to a Hunter s. Thompson novel.
scrawled notes in my old scratchpad i found in my tattoo gear in hong kong transport me back to that day in an old dodge minivan with crazy auntie Turtle at the helm, more stories linked to stories than a person can shake a stick at, best not to get into it right now.
The roads here sparkle, it's not broken glass. Couldn't be, not for this many miles.
The crushed stone of the canadian shield that makes up the bulk of the ashphalt is so high in pyrite and micah that the roads almost glow in the sunshine.
We are rolling thru Ojibway country now, left the Iriquois land to the south yesterday. It's rolling country, looks like lizard skin from the air.
Where the rock has been blasted for road grade it shows it's metamorphic nature clean and clear, folds of one rock and another.
Where the natural surface shows through its moss and scant topsoil coverage it's even more spectacular. Granite ripples stands an inch higher than the sand and limestone base material.
It's a damascus effect on the harsh terrain, scabby dead pine amongs the mosses, lowlands filled with cattails, lakes linked by streams.
Plants have been trying to live here since the glaciers retreated but to no great effect, the rock has soft edges since the ice left. But its not dirt nor will it ever be.
Another day, another couple hundred K.
The obvious Canadian shield land is falling behind, enough dirt to support more trees here. Algonquin national park in the rearview mirror and lake Superior to the south.
Still rugged and rocky, no farmlands for a while. Spruce, pine, tamarac and and mixed decidious colour the hills. Natures palette...
spruce, dark green.
pine, bright green.
tam, a vivid yellow in the fall, the only decidious connifer.
Maple, Birch, Willow, all the softwoods. To many to name, same as the colours they paint.
ROY G BIV. Red Orange Yellow Green, Blue is played by the sky, but the leaves on the hills and in the ditches cover all the others. Even indigo and violet.
Burgandy is the furthest reach of red and could play the part of B but really B is for blue and its a big sky so why argue.
Those are the images as i saw them that fall, saved on scraps of paper then hidden in my bag.
Saved then salvaged, memories from me to you
Feb 23/2011 Hong Kong
September 2010, left quebec in whirlwind of fall colours and chaotic activity ideally suited to a Hunter s. Thompson novel.
scrawled notes in my old scratchpad i found in my tattoo gear in hong kong transport me back to that day in an old dodge minivan with crazy auntie Turtle at the helm, more stories linked to stories than a person can shake a stick at, best not to get into it right now.
The roads here sparkle, it's not broken glass. Couldn't be, not for this many miles.
The crushed stone of the canadian shield that makes up the bulk of the ashphalt is so high in pyrite and micah that the roads almost glow in the sunshine.
We are rolling thru Ojibway country now, left the Iriquois land to the south yesterday. It's rolling country, looks like lizard skin from the air.
Where the rock has been blasted for road grade it shows it's metamorphic nature clean and clear, folds of one rock and another.
Where the natural surface shows through its moss and scant topsoil coverage it's even more spectacular. Granite ripples stands an inch higher than the sand and limestone base material.
It's a damascus effect on the harsh terrain, scabby dead pine amongs the mosses, lowlands filled with cattails, lakes linked by streams.
Plants have been trying to live here since the glaciers retreated but to no great effect, the rock has soft edges since the ice left. But its not dirt nor will it ever be.
Another day, another couple hundred K.
The obvious Canadian shield land is falling behind, enough dirt to support more trees here. Algonquin national park in the rearview mirror and lake Superior to the south.
Still rugged and rocky, no farmlands for a while. Spruce, pine, tamarac and and mixed decidious colour the hills. Natures palette...
spruce, dark green.
pine, bright green.
tam, a vivid yellow in the fall, the only decidious connifer.
Maple, Birch, Willow, all the softwoods. To many to name, same as the colours they paint.
ROY G BIV. Red Orange Yellow Green, Blue is played by the sky, but the leaves on the hills and in the ditches cover all the others. Even indigo and violet.
Burgandy is the furthest reach of red and could play the part of B but really B is for blue and its a big sky so why argue.
Those are the images as i saw them that fall, saved on scraps of paper then hidden in my bag.
Saved then salvaged, memories from me to you
Feb 23/2011 Hong Kong
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