Friday, September 28, 2012
So today, since the sun was shinning, I decided to go exploring. I noticed shortly after arriving here that there is a trail by my apartment, so I decided to go down that to see how far I could go.
As I continued on down the path, I started to suspect that I wasn't actually on a trail but a creek bed. At times I was actually in water. It was starting to become clear that this wasn't a good idea.
So as I was starting to panic, I continued down the creek bed, hoping that I wouldn't slip and fall. And soon, I started to hear traffic. Traffic? I had pictured just some wild waterfront. Was I even going in the right direction?
Turns out that the waterfront that I live by is the yacht club!
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Every month, my internship site puts out a newsletter. This is the article I wrote for the October issue, but with pictures!
|photo courtesy of Wikipedia|
In the 1939 movie adaption of the book The Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum, Dorothy utters a similar phrase to her pet dog, Toto. Dorothy had just emerged from her tornado devastated house to see the wonderful, yet strange, land of Oz. Dorothy, who had spent her entire childhood on a farm in Kansas, found things in Oz to be similar to her home, but always with an unexpected twist. Things look slightly different, which is emphasized in the movie as the scenes in Oz were filmed with color film and the Kansas scenes were filmed in black and white. People also talk slightly different in Oz, as the people are prone to speak in rhymes. And the vegetation is also slightly different. One of my favorite scenes is when Dorothy meets Oz apple trees. As she travels down the yellow brick road to see the wizard in Emerald City, she becomes hungry and sees some apple trees on the side of the road. But instead of being able to just pick the apples, the trees start to talk to her, asking her how she would feel if someone just came up to her and pulled on her hair. Everything is familiar to Dorothy, but also slightly different.
I am feeling slightly like Dorothy in Oz. Canada is similar to the United States, but slightly different. The language is slightly different, but still English (I am glad that British Columbia is part of the English-speaking part of Canada because I do not know French). But phrasing is slightly different here. Instead of asking where the “rest room” is, I try to remember to say “wash room.” Listening to the Canadian accent has been fantastic! The mid-west accent that I speak with is very flat, which is great for public speaking but kind of boring. The Canadian accent, on the other hand, is very musical as it goes up and down. If I'm not paying attention, I already find that I want to adopt this accent and use it myself.
|Picture taken after I retreated inside|
The wildlife in <town> is also just slightly different than Iowa. Iowa is also overrun by deer, and we have cougars. But instead of wolves, we have coyotes. Instead of moose we have racoons – which aren't very similar at all. But the most similar wildlife, deer, is also what I find the strangest. In Iowa, deer aren't afraid of people but they do keep their distance. But in <town>, the deer will come right up to you! The other day I was petting a stray cat right outside my suite's door, when suddenly a baby deer and mother deer was right next to me, sniffing at the cat. I was torn between being startled by their sudden appearance and glad that I had my camera on me at the time.
The landscape and climate is the most dramatic change that I have encountered so far. Iowa is pretty flat, with very few hills and is landlocked. <Town> is on an island, with mountains. In the nice September weather, I have already taken hundreds of pictures of the the river, the bay, and the surrounding mountains. So far, I have greatly enjoyed the weather here. The sun has been out most days, with the occasional fog in the morning. It has rained here and there, but since I spent the summer in Iowa, which was in a drought from June to late August, I have enjoyed the rain.
But there is one way that I do not feel similar to Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz. Dorothy spends the entire movie trying to get home to Kansas. But I am glad to be here. I know it's only a year, and then I will soon be leaving for Iowa and for school in Ohio (which is really similar to Iowa). But in the meantime, I'm enjoying being here in a place that is both familiar and unfamiliar.
|My supervisor and his wife took me on a beach picnic. I am roasting a hot dog by the tidal river.|
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Three weeks ago, I packed my suitcase and my backpack and moved from Iowa to British Columbia. I had also shipped some boxes, which have finally arrived and I'm all unpacked. I'm still getting settled in (figuring out where all my parishioners live, and getting use to living so far away from my family and Russ), but I am thrilled to be here and excited for the year to come.
Instead of a long post with detailed descriptions of what I've done the last few weeks, I thought I would share some pictures I've taken.
|This is my front door|
|Peaches, a friendly neighborhood cat|
|A statue in town|
|Do you see the face?|
|The Skeena River|
|This is the bay near town. The mountains in this picture is the mainland.|
|This picture may give you an idea of how big those mountains are.|
Needless to say, I live in a beautiful part of the world.