I was really surprised because even though he resides in the deep south, he has travelled quite a lot in The Great White North, but hadn't yet figured out the stacked rocks and the Canadian propensity for stacking them.
In point of fact, we are so fond of stacking rocks that my wife made me a miniature a few years ago.
It doesn't stay in the flowerpot although it certainly doesn't go amiss there; I just put it there to take a photo. BTW the flag is present because Canada Day is coming up. We get all patriotic for Canada Day and put flags up all over the place, but, being Canadian, we also take them down on the next day or so. Anyway, the stack of rocks usually sits on the bookshelf behind me.
The stack is an Inukshuk, or at least our representation of one. Sue and I first became aware of them when we travelled across much of Canada in 2000. Along the Trans Canada highway, particularly in northern Ontario, we would see myriad stackings of rocks. We soon discovered that they were Inukshuks.
An Inukshuk, somewhat resembles a human figure (on a good day, depending on the artist) and was a type of marker used by the Inuit of northern Canada. Inukshuks may mark direction or other important things such as a burial site or point to good fishing etc. Somewhere along the line, Canadians everywhere embraced Inukshuks, and we are prone to build little replicas along highways, on beaches, or wherever the mood strikes.
After that trip I purchased a little Inukshuk for Sue to commemorate the journey. It is an authentic Inuit carving — out of soapstone, I think. It's small and fits into my hand nicely. It was expensive enough at that size.
This one, bought by my daughter as a souvenir from her own western trip is even smaller: about the size of my thumb.
Of course, they can also be quite grandiose. There is one by English Bay in Vancouver where my other daughter now lives. I have been out there twice and grabbed a few snaps.
|Sue and the pigeons|
|Me with the girls, trying to point like an Inukshuk|
|A night shot|