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The sign says it all
There are many cool old photos of Dartmouth easily accessible on the NS Archives website. Spend an hour sometime in amazement of what was and how it has changed, shaping Dartmouth.
The old Dartmouth/Halifax ferry. Notice the houses in the background to the right of the sign. They are sitting on what is now the waterfront park/peace pavillion, and was it's own little neighborhood prior to the massive redevelopment of downtown in the 1980's.
Really cool view of 'Commercial St.' which is now known as Alderny Dr.
An amazing aerial photo of Dartmouth from the late 1950's showing the baseball stadium that stood on what is now the holiday inn.
Is this really reality? Suns burning sons, catching trees on fire
Ancient Anchors Antiquated emblems of times; finding new purpose musing for rhymes, As Arrogant Automatic ego machines blur new lines
What happened? Where did all that time go? It passed us by like a rock in a river flow. We are the real anchors, holding on for our dear lives
In our stationary positions we observe the world in our own lights
Isn't it beautiful? Is there any reason to disagree?
Anchored in our own reality we see Dartmouth Beauty
Go vote! Its really easy, but don't try to take any pictures in the voting area or you'll get in trouble...
Reach for the sky; Fall on your face
Masts beyond the eye; Helicopters up in space
Past our fond disguise, the Ocean never lies
We travel back and fourth, between time and place
Gliding crossing glass reflections, Look into the blue and see your own face
Its Beautiful
Photographs by Beautiful Photographer Shaina Sterrett, thanks Shaina!
Across the seconds, days, weeks, months, and seasons
We cross the year
Hour by hour, minute by minute our world changes
Colours burn brighter, explode faster, fade into dull light as shades of white
Rainbows over head, as rain flows it loosens the threads, the ribbons of colour unravel from their bow and Mother Nature's hairpin lets go, letting her hair down with a throw of her shoulder
She tosses it to the side, and soon we see that regardless of the ride and regardless of the time of day, week, month, season or year:
She is Beautiful; Just like us
Why do the reddest berries always look so sweet?
Today I bit one and it made me feel weak
the flavour disappointed, the sunshinse laughed
Take down your hood and get back on the enlightened path
Giant thanks to Beautiful Photographer Matt Burke! Check out Cranberry Lake on the outskirts of Dartmouth for more of this natural beauty
Continuation of our stroll through the Dartmouth Commons
Sunset last night was crazy, so crazy we ran out the house and made this viddy. Shout to the sky, colours, water and everything else we don't understand for making this happen and inspiring us.
We remember being 2 times 2 times 2 plus 2
We were on a quest for Scooby Doo
We spent what seemed like forever at the Water Cannon
Blasting away at the bulls-eye, Wiping out the competition
The technician talks "give it another try, another shot at the fruition of your ambition"
We're kids, why not? Its all good fun
After forever ended we got our just due
A miniature sized baseball themed stuffie modeled after Scooby Doo!
Jenkies!
Alderney Landing Saturday September 28th, Dartmouth Farmer's Market:
She said try the Orange tomatoes, I smiled and asked why
She said they have more natural sweetness, less acidity
I said thank you and ever since I only eat Orange Tomatoes
It's amazing what we can produce, from artwork to jams to produce
I suppose in my view its all the sames, artwork seen through different lenses or frames
I say come to the Dartmouth Farmer's market, the people all smile and nod as you pass, and if you get lucky someone may teach you something
The prices are better, as best I can tell, the people less pretentious which for me has always been a sell. The best part about Dartmouth?
I can't quite find the right word, or put my finger on it... Its always been my home but everyday it teaches me new things
She says try the Orange Tomatoes, If I ever see her again I'll say thank you and we'll know why
Dartmouth has a long and extremely interesting history. The history is what makes this town such a great place to live and grow up in. Many neighborhoods show clues of past footprints everywhere, with undisturbed landscapes and hills that have remained the same for hundreds of years. With a keen eye one might find and old pipe or a whiskey bottle in your backyard that could have belonged to a stonemason that worked on the Shubie canal! Many houses have seen families come and go since the 1800's and carry the history in the walls. Throughout the course of this blog we will bring you posts with pictures of these old neighborhoods and houses that make Dartmouth so interesting and such a joy to walk around.
Toronto,
sometimes in life we face obstacles
Ive never felt a challenge so steep
A tower so tall, scraping eyes strangling sights
Toronto you are a vast expanse
full of lights flashing instant after instant
melting each moment into next
Toronto,
when I knew you there it was so grey
Day to day became night to night
and soon the path became invisible
to me
Toronto you became a mystery
A history too strange from me to conquer
I'm from Dartmouth, been here almost all my days
And those 9 months in Toronto gave birth to years of daze
Lost in a labyrinth, moving through mazes
But when I return to Dartmouth it always amazes
I guess my roots are firm, hard to even tug
Whenever I think of losing you I could always use a hug
I never knew weeping until the world split in half
Until then I leaned on you and followed your splendid path
From Dartmouth to Toronto
From Athletics to Arts
From Love to hate, and hate to Love to Love
I can see your beauty everywhere,
the only problems only come when your somewhere out of view
Somewhere new, where my scope is overwhelmed and the details are so few
Together is obtainable
Our world is so small
I see a bond unbreakable, firmer even than my roots
There is something unchangeable about the first place we knocked boots
from Pine Street to Crichton Park, Hawthorne to Bihi
Sullivans Pond to Lake Micmac, across the Shubie Canal
We've been around our world and back again
Toronto wont you come back again
Dartmouth It's not a pretty name. It doesn't quite roll off the tongue. I would without a doubt never associate it with beauty. The name that is. Dartmouth. It's right across the bridge from Halifax that's what I always say. The Dirty D. I never knew so much of that Dartmouth. The crime that is. I knew the discovery of sexuality, the new conclusion that girls were the most exquisitely confusing and confusingly exquisite creatures that inhabited the universe and I knew the universe was as big as me. I knew my first ejaculation and the millions that followed. I knew that I didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up. I knew that there was another type of brother other than blood. I knew that when I left i wouldn't come back And I knew that i would always want to. What makes you so beautiful Dartmouth? "It's not me, it's you." said Dartmouth to Dartmouth. What made me so beautiful when I belonged to you? I can't help but now feel like I've done wrong by you. I owe a lot to you. He said I want you so bad it's driving me mad, I said that too when I cried in the shower. I thought I was ripped away from you and you were gone but you're not you're still there somewhere In my hotmail beneath my chain mail and through the hate mail You're still there. And you're beautiful.
A collaborative poem created by Jakob Ehman and Noah Pohlkamp-Hartt