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Kids and their parents flocked to NWCC's Terrace campus for Science World's annual event this weekend.
Shows were held at 11, 1 and 3 in Waap Galts'ap and featured games, quizzes and interactive demonstrations that were well-received by audience members of all ages.
The Birch building was the scene of science demonstrations, experiments and crafts and just as many parents tried their hand at the experiments as the kids.
Here are a few pics of the changing leaves on NWCC's Terrace campus on a beautiful, sunny October day.
Each of NWCC's campuses have their own unique beauty. If you have a pic of an NWCC campus that you'd like to share, please send it to kkofoed@nwcc.bc.ca.
Here's a poem that speaks to this time of year...remember to watch for moose when you're driving. ;)
Autumn Colors in the Far North
by Ruth Hill
Flesh, flesh flashes.
Very, very cranberry.
Straw-colored grasses,
and red-twigged osier.
Dark brown cattails:
arsenic and old lace.
Red wine Amaranth,
ancient Queen Anne’s Lace.
Pine green.
Spruce green.
Fir green.
Gold feather-grasses die
’gainst a pink-streaked sky.
Willows hold yellow-gold leaves;
orange Caragana heaves
silver slivers of
blanching branches
into the slate grey sky.
Flurries of falling leaves
leave flurries of snow...
good-bye!
Brown creek clearly dances
over grayling and mica flecks.
Blue snow shelf advances
under hoar-frost diamond specks.
Mother moose, big as bison,
introduces, “This is my son.”
Black back, chocolate side,
grey limed limbs, hide.
Calf’s calves flailing splayed hooves,
windmills clatter slippery grooves,
between opposing, racing cars.
Wild look, over the shoulder.
Wild leap, over the shoulder.
It takes a long time to stop running.
Warm pink mother-tongue waits in welcome.
Motorist missed.
Baby is kissed.
Autumn colors in the far north,
driving by,
blissed.
©2008, Ruth Hill
(This poem was first published in The Litchfield Review, Fall 2008.)
