Old Photos of Warre

This is a repeat of a blog I did in 2017:

        Back in the early 1980’s I took a photography workshop.  One of the activities included in the workshop was to go out and take some photos to then be developed.  The doors of the classroom were flung open and we all rushed out, cameras in hand, and spread out across little McBride eagerly looking for something to photograph.

        I luckily, stumbled across Warren in his pickup truck.  Warren is one of our local characters that always adds interest to our lives.  When I think of the word “Cowboy,” it’s Warren that always comes to mind.  Anyway, I explained to Warren about our photo assignment, and he consented to be the subject of my camera.  He did ask me to give him copies of some of the photos, and I said I would, but in the hustle and bustle of life, the photos got buried among all the other stuff I saved.

    Well, thirty-some years have passed, and every I see Warren in town, I cringe with guilt because I never gave him copies of the photos.  My intentions were honorable, but in my defense I have two excuses:

    1. The photos were black and white slides, and back when I took them, I didn’t really have any means of getting prints made.

    2.   I lost track of where they were.

        Recently, I did come across them when we were moving things around to get some drywalling done, and now with all this computerization, I have the means to print the slides for Warren.  I did that yesterday and took them down to the post office so that he gets them.  It’s a big and very old weight finally off of my shoulders.

        Here are a couple of those photos I took of Warren so long ago.

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Horsetails (Equisetum)

     I have a long history with the Horsetail plant.  It started back in my youth when I was very interested in fossils and found some amazingly big chunks of a a stem-like fossil on the side of a railroad cutout, not far from my Indiana home.   After a bit of research, I discovered what I found, it was a Calamite, a tall tree-like plant (up to 100 ft, 30m tall) that lived in the Paleozoic forests 100 million years ago.  I also learned that the Calamite was a relative of the Horsetail plant that still lives today.  I had never heard of a Horsetail plant, but the name stuck in my mind.

    When we first came to BC, and were driving through a beautiful deep forest, I kept noticing what I thought were hundreds of young conifer trees growing along the side of the road.  I soon learned that what I was seeing was not small evergreen trees, but Horsetails.  When we bought our land in the Robson Valley, Horsetails became a very common site. 

    I always loved Horsetails, and was surprised when Brian Minter, a garden expert who answers gardening questions on a on CBC radio call-in show, mentioned that Horsetails were next to impossible to get rid of, because they have roots that can go down 20 feet, and you can never get them all out.  I have Horsetails in my garden and greenhouse, but I have never found them problematic.

    Horsetails are very interesting plants, with the way their leaves radiate out from uniform sections along the central stem.  Those stems are coated with abrasive silicates, making them useful for scouring metal items such as pans and things made of tin.    Boiled and dried Horsetail stems where used in Japan for the final polishing process in wood to produce a smooth finish.

    Horsetails send out an unusually shaped strange cone-like structure for dispersing their spores.  A few times I have seen this spore stem, poke itself through paving on the edge of a road.  I was amazed that this fragile plant could force its way through the hard surface. (photo below)  I could certainly not poke my finger through it.  

    

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A Favorite Robson Valley View

     One of the reasons we chose to live in the Robson Valley, was its beautiful mountain scenery.   I also liked the fact that it was an agricultural area.    Just a short drive east of McBride is one of my favorite views of the Valley.  I like the fact that it stunningly and beautifully combines both the Cariboo Mountains and the agriculture.

    The mountains in the middle of the photo are part of the Premier Range, an undeveloped area that can be seen jutting up in the Raush Valley.   This time of year the mountains are covered with a coat of pristine snow and the fields are still tan with the dead winter grass.  The trees have not yet begun to leaf out.  When they do, the view will add a colorful accent of early light green foliage.

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Kona Still Has An Eagle Eye

     Even though Kona is now all crippled up and can no longer walk, she still possesses a very keen eye.   I am constantly amazed when she suddenly erupts into loud barking, and I look around trying to find out why, then finally I see some animal obscured in the woods across the road, or some dog way in the distance when we are in town,

    A couple of weeks ago, when I had set Kona outside in the front yard, she suddenly began barking.  I looked around to see what she had noticed, and it was a deer on the wooded slope way across the road.  The sight of the deer kicked in Kona’s instincts, and although she can no longer walk, she began scooting like a seal across the yard, all the time barking like a demented fool.

    Kona loves to ride in the car.  Whenever the car is moving, she lies down in the back seat, but when we stop, she sits up and looks around.  

    Yesterday, I drove into town and parked in front of the library.  When I was just getting out of the car, Kona, who was sitting up in the back seat, suddenly went into one of her loud barking fits.  I tried to calm her down, but she wasn’t having any of it.  I looked around, wondering what had caused her sudden agitation.  I couldn’t see anything obvious.

    Then looking closer at the surroundings, saw four deer silhouetted in the shade of the house across Main Street.  They were all standing still, and I would never have spotted them, but Kona sure did.  

    Even though I have lived around here for just about 50 years, I am always surprised when I see deer wandering around in downtown McBride.  

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Our Old Picket Fence

     It is quite common to hear in old movies that people dream about eventually living in a cute little house with a white picket fence around it.  Well, I guess I can say that I achieved part of that dream, because our house did have a picket fence around it, actually most of our property was surrounded by a picket fence, but it wasn’t white, it was an unpainted cedar picket fence.

    The fence was built by the retired guy that built our house back in the early 1960’s, and it is impressive how much work he must he must have put into splitting all the cedar pickets and constructing the fence.  From the length of the fence I estimate that about 1,800 pickets were used.  The guy probably went out into the bush, found the cedar logs, cut them to about 4 ft. (1.2m) lengths, then using a froe, split the logs into pickets about 3 to 5 inches (7 to 12 cm) in width.  He also had to split all of the cedar fence posts, dig the holes and set them into the ground before he could nail all those pickets onto the rails.  It seems like it must have been a tremendous project, all the while he was building the original house.

    What is now left of the fence is now about 60 years old.  With its aging, it has taken on a very rustic patina.  It is now covered with lichen and moss as you can see in the photos.  I do love the natural look of those old lichen-covered pickets, posts, and rails.

    I have had to tear down huge sections of the fence as it deteriorated, because the fence was no longer needed since we no longer have any goats (I used to have a herd of Angora goats).  Another reason I have taken parts of the fence down was because of the danger it presented with in increased number of forest fires these days.   If a fire did start on a section of cedar pickets and rails, it could easily spread, burning its way down the fence to our out buildings and house. 

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Oh No; Is That A Forest Fire?

     Like most people who live in forested areas, these last few years have made us very paranoid about forest fires.  A few years ago, we were forced to evacuate our home after a forest fire, started by someone doing spring burning, escaped and began ripping across the mountain slope above our house.  

    It was a very blustery day yesterday when we drove into McBride.  When we got to the top of Mennonite Hill, and overlooked the Valley, I was suddenly filled with fear, when I saw a white plumb rising, and spreading across the tree tops. 

    “Oh no,” I thought, “Don’t tell me someone is trying to do burning when it is so windy.”  I feared a fire  had already escaped and was burning through the trees.

    When we got at the bottom of the hill and alongside of the Fraser River, I was much relieved to discover that what I had seen was not smoke, but dust, blowing off of the large sandy beach beside the Fraser.  It was pretty amazing just how much fine dust was being picked up and blown by the gusts of wind.  It created a very thick cloud of the stuff.

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Earth Day

     I participated in that first Earth Day back in 1970.  Our small conservative university had a short  ceremony out in the lawn with some speakers from the Biology Department.  It was not well attended. Like I said, it was a conservative university, and concerns over our planetary home were not high on most of the student body’s agenda.   Of course, like in most groups, there was a small fringe of people who cared passionately about the Earth, and sought to stop the existential degradation that was threatening it.

    Those were days of hope and had restrictions only been put in place back then, our planet’s climate would not be in such a dire and threatening state today.

    For me, hope for the Earth is pretty much gone.  Big oil money controls the White House, and now all those corporations that used to give lip service to the environment, no longer have to “Green Wash” themselves, in fact, with Trump and the sycophant Republicans in power, it is dangerous for them do so.

    All I can do is urge everyone to do what you can to protect the natural environment we still have, and try to limit your use of fossil fuels as much as you can.

    

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