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Ontario-the Gemstone Capital of Canada!!


Part 1

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This is how I imagine my rock hounding forays to be but alas they are not: reality is dusty dirty hot (and often rocky) roads, creek beds and lakeshores picking through sharp I-don’t-know-what-they-are-at-the-moment stones hauling my pick axe and bucket, stubbing my toes and grinding my knees.  O the joy of it!

Toronto is a real dead zone when it comes to rock hounding. What is a “rock hound” you may ask yourself? The definition according to my memory of random information is a person that, often compulsively, searches for stone material and formations in their natural habitat as a hobby.

Ontario is the “Gem Capital” of Canada…with an abundance of Ruby, Amethyst and Moonstone to name just a few. The epi-center, Toronto, has nothing…kind of like the eye of a geological gemstone storm.

And I mean NOTHING gemstone like-Basalt, Bedrock, Limestone, Granite, Marble and Gneiss is as spectacular as it gets. I could dig 400 meters and pluck me some good old 3 million year old bedrock, but my fingers would be pretty raw.  This is about the time that water started forming channels into bedrock and formed the Great Lakes.  North America was already formed 150 Million Years before that with the 300 Million year old Great Continent of Pangea doing it’s thing and breaking up into the World as we now know it. The Toronto region is what remains of the now under-sediment layers known as the Laurentian Channel.

Once, I found a metallic vug within a sizable chunk of Basalt. The metal component somehow torn from it’s birthplace up North when glaziers rampaged Canada during the conclusion of the last big Ice Age 2.5 million years ago (or perhaps during the glazier retreat of 14,000 years ago). And to make it even more desirable, the metal had been molten when the vug formed laying ripples upon its-self as it cooled after it possibly spewed from a volcano.

That is my story and I’m sticking to it!  Some have said that it is just slag (man-made metal or glass debris). However I don’t know how the slag, if it is, would have been dripped from a machinist into undisturbed Basalt containing fossilized crinoids.  Feel free to give me your opinion!  I am certainly no expert!

I carved the piece into a sort of trapezoid and was very careful not to disturb the vug too much. It sits beside me every day and is one of my favorite specimens. The large chunk of which it was contained rests in a box to be further explored.

As does this yet to be determined piece…something volcanic judging by the bubbles.


There are plenty of areas that contain fossils though. Clams, trilobites, brachiopods, gastropods and trilobites used to rampage Toronto in the muddy lime-rich waters that was our prehistoric landscape.

The time is coming soon for me to venture out!  I’ll be returning to the location where I found the basalt in the coming months.  Just as exciting…the Toronto Lakeshore is chock-full of fossils!  I look forward to gleaning more specimens and knowledge of the local geological history as well as a trip to one of the many abandoned mines up North.  Here are a few images of my fossil finds: (crinoids, brachiopods and trilobites)


Happy Hunting for those that do!

Revisions, revisions, revisions!


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Hope all of you had a fantastic festive time during the Holidays and the New Year is treating you well!

The New Year is ringing in a lot of changes here at lorahliemaybe.  As you will notice I have decided to de-clutter my blog and keep it more minimal and (hopefully) on target about Art, Art events in Toronto and the creative process.

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The flowers are for the theatrical production of “Hair” to debut at Hart House Theatre Downtown Toronto opening later next week.

Wishing you all well and bye for now!

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On Being a Bower Bird June 2016~




As usual I could not let this glitter flutter by.  I held it in my hands not sure what I would do with it but all that glitters intrigues me.  Though it is meant for some form of nail sculpting I fantasized the sparkling shapes and colors running through my hands, being applied to clay, paper and seashells.  Further decorating my current bower.

My first bower was an old nut tree.  A tree cave whose center branches reached upwards to the distant blue sky.  The outer branches heavy with prickly nuts swooped down to the ground in a graceful arch.  It was my secret place.

This is where baby ugly lived.  My baby ugly, a naked and dirty doll with holes punched into her lips and crotch.  So she could eat and then defecate wild choke cherries, their purple blood forever stained her chest where it dripped in sticky rivets.

Sometimes I’d wrap her in leaves or a toilet paper dress while I swept the bare ground, it’s gnarly roots poking out far enough to trip the not-so nimble.  A broom made out of branches that blew the dry summer dust all around inside the bower.  What I would have given to have glitter back then.  I had popping green seed pods and sickly sweet cotton tree fluff instead…….