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Photograph? Video Game Screen Capture? Shared Hallucination?

During the first pandemic lockdown, our son helped us pass the time by setting up his VR hardware in the living room and letting us take turns wearing his headgear. For a few hours each day, I defended a medieval castle, I smashed lights on a futuristic conveyor belt, and I bludgeoned 3D zombie hordes before they could eat my brains. But then, when I realized I could make screen captures of my environments, I decided to wander through these virtual environments the same way I wander through real environments when I go on photo walks. I would observe my virtual world and respond by documenting it with “photos.”

For the time being, the resolution of screen captures in virtual environments doesn’t come anywhere close to the resolution of the images I make with my digital cameras, but it’s only a matter of time before these images are indistinguishable. When we cross that threshold, we will have to confront an important philosophical question about the nature of reality. It’s important (to a photographer) because it has practical consequences for discussions about the legitimacy and authenticity of contemporary photographic practice.

Given today’s post-processing tools—AI sky replacement, facial expression alterations, easy elimination of objects—it’s becoming increasingly difficult to verify that a photographic image corresponds to anything in the real world. This is especially problematic for documentary photographers and photo journalists. Post-processing tools are shifting to in-camera processing tools so that many of these alterations happen the instant the shutter is released. Who’s to say, then, that the image above represents a scene I stumbled upon while I was actually walking through a field. Maybe I added the sunrise colours using plug-ins I’ve installed in Adobe Lightroom. Or maybe this is a screen cap from a VR game.

There is a convincing argument that we already inhabit a video game. It’s called the Simulation Hypothesis. The idea hinges on the likelihood that a civilization could become sufficiently advanced to produce simulations of such granularity that they are effectively indistinguishable from the real world. Presumably photographs made within such a simulation would likewise be indistinguishable from photographs made in the real world.

If this hypothesis seems too far-out for your taste, consider the growing consensus among neurologists that what we call reality is, in fact, a shared hallucination. I commend Anil Seth’s 2021 book, Being You: A New Science of Consciousness. At the risk of oversimplifying, he suggests that the neurological mechanisms we use to perceive our world function in the same way as when we hallucinate. What distinguishes our experiences of perceiving reality and hallucinating is that there is a social dimension to perceiving reality. Most of us have the same experience when we perceive things and that sameness reinforces the “realness” of the things we perceive. But the experience of sameness doesn’t arise because we all perceive the same real things, but because we all have the same neurological toolkit.

To the extent that photography is simply a record of our perceiving, there is no necessary reason why a photograph should correspond to anything in the real world. The most that can be said of a photograph is that it is a photograph.

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Shoveling the Pond

A 13 second exposure on the evening of a full moon while the clouds scud overhead. My brother-in-law is shoveling the pond so the kids can go skating. He wears an LED head lamp and, when I ask him to hold still, miraculously manages to keep the head lamp still for the full 13 seconds. When he’s done shoveling, he’ll augur a hole in the ice and pump water from underneath to create a smooth glassy surface. This is how you do it when you don’t have a zamboni.

It strikes me that this is an entirely northern scene. I have cousins who grew up in Florida. I remember one of them telling me how she had never seen snow until she was in grade 5 or 6 and there was a cold snap and freak snowfall. Her school let the kids out so they could play in the snow. I don’t imagine there was any accumulation, but at least the kids could run in it and catch flakes on their tongues.

I’m amazed at how easy it is to take for granted my own view of things. That’s one of the reasons I like to follow other photographers on social media. They shake me out of my complacency and remind me that mine is not the only way to see the world.

Shoveling the pond at night
Shovelling the Pond, Williams Farm, Wyebridge, ON
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Frost on Old Maple Leaf

During the past couple months, culminating with the “Freedom” Convoy and successive marches that use the pandemic as cover to promote extremist ideologies, I’ve witnessed regular displays of the Canadian flag co-opted in the service of hateful speech. The red and white, the maple leaf. People wrap themselves bodily in the flag and call themselves patriots, all the while turning the flag into yet another dog whistle for white supremacist tropes. I find it personally insulting that anyone should try to pass off this hate-mongering as patriotism.

To my way of thinking, patriotism grounds itself in gratitude. Like my dog whistling friends, I enjoy certain rights and freedoms, and for those I am grateful. But I’m more grateful for the fact that I am surrounded by people who, through their sense of duty, service, and social responsibility, safeguard my rights and freedoms. I express my gratitude by doing my part in turn to safeguard the rights and freedoms of those around me, including and perhaps most especially those who annoy me by wrapping themselves in the flag and saying things I contest.

The curious thing about the maple leaf that appears on the Canadian flag is that, of all the species of maple we could have chosen, we opted for the sugar maple. The leaf on the flag is a stylized representation of the sugar maple leaf. It calls to mind a practice—boiling sap to make syrup—that started on this land thousands of years ago. It reminds us of a gift—the gift of a specific knowledge—that Indigenous peoples freely shared with white settlers. And it points to something we have here in abundance, this sweetness that invariably brings us joy. Like our freedoms, it comes to us as a gift and needs to be acknowledged with gratitude.

One of the things that troubles me about these conversations is the way that patriotism gets passed off as a marker of personal identity. I am a white, cisgendered male who happens also to be … Canadian. However, history teaches us that what it means to be Canadian is tightly bound to the exercise of colonial power. It is contingent and rooted in stories of oppression. What’s more, as millions of refugees flee Ukraine, the rest of the world looks on and sees how nationality as a marker of personal identity can be snatched away in the blink of an eye.

The Ukraine people can console themselves with the certain knowledge that all powers fall and finally crumble to dust. Here in Canada, we deceive ourselves when we intimate that we are somehow exceptional. Like the maple leaf consumed by the morning frost, our cherished symbols lose their potency and their meanings fade. It may well be that of all possible markers of personal identity, national affiliation is the least stable.

There is an antidote to the feelings of instability that arise when we lose our grip on a shallow patriotism. The antidote is to acknowledge that, all along, we were asking the wrong question. We don’t invoke patriotism to answer the question: who am I? We invoke patriotism to answer the question: whose am I?

Frost forms on blades of grass.
Frost on Grass, Williams Farm, Wybridge, ON
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Cranes Across the Sun

I made this image by shooting straight into the sun. I had the camera set to Aperture Priority so it compensated for the bright light by upping the shutter speed. The result is a strangely dark shot that reminds me a bit of images of Jupiter but with the sun in place of the red spot.

This is a mating pair of sandhill cranes flying overhead in Wyebridge, Ontario. I’m more accustomed to shoot sandhill cranes during winter trips to Florida where they wake you in the morning with a cry that sounds like the raptors in the movie, Jurassic Park. Although it always surprises me to see them in Ontario, it shouldn’t. When you consider their wingspan and the speed of their flight, how can they not have a huge range? More telling is the fact that their formal name is Antigone canadensis because they do most of their nesting in northern Canada.

When I see a bird this size, I wonder what it tastes like. Probably chicken. Doesn’t all fowl taste like chicken? The only birds I don’t imagine as a feast on my table are turkey vultures. Turkey vultures feed on carrion and the thought of eating something that feeds on rotten flesh presents me with a gastronomic conundrum. What wine pairs best with a corpse devouring bird? A Riesling? Maybe a Grüner Veltliner? I should consult my sommelier. As for sandhill cranes, I recommend a Chenin Blanc.

Close-up of a sandhill crane
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Fab Four – Deer Hanging Out in a Field

I call these four John, Paul, George and Ringo. To be honest, I can’t tell anything about the gender of these deer. What’s more, they didn’t stick around long enough for me to ask their pronouns. For all I know, they could be Benny, Frida, Agnetha and Björn.

Whenever I see deer hanging out in a field, I play a game called: how close can I get before they notice me? The answer is: not very. In the case of these four, I knew they were on the far side of a rise, so I crept up a gentle slope to a position I thought would serve as a blind. The problem came when I tried to set my camera on the tripod. It snaps into place with a quiet click. Not quiet enough. John, Paul, and George heard me right away. Ringo let on he didn’t hear but, hey, that’s part of his charm.

On another occasion, I got caught in a sudden downpour so took shelter under the eaves of the drive shed. I peered around the corner and there stood a solitary deer. The sound of rain bouncing off the metal roof may have hidden my approach. I was already close to the deer as I raised my camera and steadied the long lens against the corner of the building. I got a few shots as it stared at me, then it turned and ambled off.

A deer caught unawares in rural Ontario
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Picking Photos from the Flowering Image Tree

All the good images are there for the taking; you can pluck them by the handful from the flowering image tree. The problem is that the flowering image tree only comes into bloom when normal people are asleep, which means that if you want any of those good images for yourself, you have to wake up early or stay out late.

Some mornings, when I’ve set my alarm at a ludicrous time, I wake up and my wife says: “Oh God, are you going out to the flowering image tree again?” And I turn off the alarm and fall back to sleep. An hour later, I get up and realize what I’ve done. It feels good to get an adequate night’s sleep. But when another night has passed and still I’ve missed the flowering image tree, I start to engage in all kinds of negative self talk. I call myself a lazy bastard. You’ll never get any decent photos, I say to myself, because you’d rather sleep all the time. Sloth is one of the seven deadly sins, you lazy bastard!

So it strikes me as a minor miracle that I manage to pluck much of anything at all off that flowering image tree. I picked this image on July 1st, 2016 at 5:35 am. Even today, when I look at the image, I can’t believe I really got up that early. What is wrong with me?

As an aside, I prefer shooting in the winter because sunrise arrives so much later. I can get a full night’s sleep, throw on my coat and boots, and still make it in time to catch the flowering image tree in bloom.

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Tapping Out

As with the maple trees each year, I find myself tapped out. I had thought I could sustain a series on maple syrup for the entire month of March. And while I have a lot of good syrup-related photographs I could share, I’ve run out of words to accompany them.

So, to borrow a word that’s become overused during the pandemic, I’m going to pivot. For the balance of the month, I will feature photographs of Williams Farm, the property that appears in all my earlier maple syrup photos. But these photos will treat non-syrup concerns. After all, the sap runs for only a few weeks each year. Things don’t suddenly stop the instant the last sap is boiled.

The first of my pivot images is a variation on an old theme. Visual artists love to play with the way trees cast shadows across the snow. I’ve seen paintings, woodcut prints, and of course photographs that explore the almost abstract variation of light and dark that bare trees produce in the winter time. However, I’ve always felt there is something missing from these images. There are no sap lines running from tree to tree. The sap lines produce a gossamer web through the forest that catches the early morning light.

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Acknowledging the Land Where Maple Syrup Comes From

Overwhelmingly, maple syrup production occurs on Turtle Island, the name First Nation peoples, especially in the North East, give to the North American continent. Historically, settlers/colonists haven’t bothered to think too deeply about the origins of maple syrup, treating it as just another food commodity that happens to come from trees. However, as conversation around suppression of Indigenous life and culture becomes more widespread—as it has this past year with the location of unmarked graves on residential school properties—some people writing about maple syrup production are being more intentional about acknowledging its origins. For an excellent example of this, see Bhavani Munshi’s “Decolonizing Maple Syrup” on the Life And Thyme web site.

The spring tradition of boiling maple sap comes from the Anishinaabe, Haudenosaunee and Wabanaki peoples and may well stretch back 9,000 years. They shared their knowledge with early white settlers who likewise enjoyed the health benefits of this natural sweetener and, like their indigenous teachers, used it to flavour and preserve meats. What I find particularly interesting about the maple syrup story is that, because traditional cultures were matrilineal, responsibility for sugarbushes passed from mother to daughter, as did knowledge relating to maple syrup production. And so we have the ancient story that maple syrup was discovered when a woman mistook sap for water and, after boiling meat for a meal, enjoyed a sweet surprise.

Decolonizing projects find themselves at odds with late capitalism to the extent that late capitalism tends to turn everything it touches into a commodity. As a creature of settler colonialism, late capitalism’s superpower is the power to forget things. In this case, it forgets where this natural commodity comes from and it forgets who safeguarded the knowledge that first brought it into our lives. This is especially true of large-scale operations that distribute their product through huge retailers. Any sense of connection to the land vanishes in a mist of money.

Small producers, like Williams Farm, have a more intimate connection to the land and can be more mindful of the process from tree sap to bottled syrup. The farm stands on land that, for thousands of years, was the sacred gathering place of the Huron-Wendat, the Ojibway, and Métis and is governed by the Williams Treaty (no relation) and the tri-Chippewa Council of Beausoleil, Rama and Georgina Island First Nations.

One cause for celebration is that there is a growing number of First Nation maple syrup producers who are working to recover this traditional knowledge. See for example, Giizhigat Maple Products on St. Joseph Island just south of the Sault. Or Jacob Charles on Georgina Island.

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Beyond Pancakes: What Else Can I Do With Maple Syrup?

Maple syrup pouring from the evaporator.

If you read my Maple Syrup in Pop Culture post, you would have noted a trend. The popular imagination has only two uses for maple syrup. Either it drenches your pancakes or it provides a gateway into an organized crime syndicate. Believe it or not, that golden sweet stuff has other uses too.

First, here are some things it doesn’t do. Despite rumours to the contrary, maple syrup doesn’t serve as an aphrodisiac. The maple syrup mafia started that rumour to promote their product. In addition, maple syrup is not addictive. It may seem addictive but that’s only because—okay, it is addictive, but in a good way. Finally, maple syrup doesn’t cure baldness. As I can personally attest, if a maple syrup producer tells you that working their product into your scalp each morning will promote a full head of hair, then they’re a liar and you should demand a refund.

I have more modest uses for maple syrup. As maple butter, it makes a good spread on breakfast toast. As maple sugar, it makes a healthy substitute for your usual coffee sweetener. For breakfast, I like to eat unsweetened coconut yoghurt with cut fruit and a healthy dose of syrup. For dinner, I sometimes like to marinate chicken thighs or wings in a 50/50 mixture of maple syrup and soy sauce. Add some garlic and let it soak all day in a ziplock bag before heating in the oven at 400º for 40 minutes. (Take the chicken out of the ziplock bag before you put it in the oven.)

Finally, the pièce de résistance: my sister-in-law’s maple butter tarts. I had assumed this was a secret recipe passed down through the generations, but when I asked if she’d share, I learned to my shock that it’s not a family secret at all. For the filling, she uses the Canadian Living recipe. To accommodate celiacs like me, she substitutes a gluten free pastry, but I don’t suppose it matters what you use as long as your pastry makes a good container for the syrup/butter filling. It just has to hold together long enough to make it from the tray to your mouth. Enjoy!

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Maple Syrup Taffy

I think it’s reasonable to suppose that maple taffy has been a staple of every maple syrup festival ever held since the dawn of time. You start by going outside with a shovel and you scoop up a big pile of snow. Look both ways first just to be sure local public health officials aren’t watching. Either that or use a really clean shovel. If you do get caught, you can always bribe the officials with a bottle of maple syrup. That’s how Doug Ford got Dr. Kieran Moore to say we don’t need masks indoors anymore.

After you’ve scooped up a gross of snow and laid it out on a flat surface like the hood of a car (Martha Stewart recommends a baking sheet), ladle lines of boiling maple syrup across the snow. As the cold snow causes the syrup to congeal, press a popsicle stick into one end of the syrup and roll the syrup into a ball around the end of the popsicle stick. Suck on the ball of cold maple syrup until the sugar makes you giddy.

Since we live in times that are simmering with conspiracy theories, let me throw one more into the pot. I think dentists have joined forces with maple syrup producers. If people bite down on maple taffy before it’s turned soft, it can cement top and bottom teeth together. As people open their mouths, it can yank out a tooth. That’s not so bad when you’re six and ready to lose a few teeth anyways. But it’s a matter of concern when you’re seventy-six and have no teeth to spare. If you’re worried for your teeth, best just to suck on the taffy and wait patiently for it to melt in your mouth. Keep the dentists poor.

I have a proposal: one day I’d like to set the world record for biggest ball of maple taffy. It would involve boiling an entire 140L drum of syrup, then rigging something on the back of a tractor so you could drizzle it as you drive back and forth in a snow-covered field. Meanwhile, someone would follow behind on a low flatbed trailer twirling a big pole through the congealing syrup. I wonder if there’s some way to automate this. Imagine the mouth you’d need to wrap your lips around that! We’d have to invite Mick Jagger as a guest of honour.

Eating maple taffy brings a smile to the face.
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Maple Syrup Taste Test

Some people claim that maple syrup is a perfectly fungible product. In fact, the PPAQ’s Strategic Global Maple Syrup Reserve is premised on the assumption that maple syrup produced in one region is no different than maple syrup produced in another region. While this serves the needs of large scale producers and large retailers including major grocery chains, small producers take issue with the claim.

A small producer might own and manage their own sugar bush, and heat the evaporator with wood culled from that sugar bush, infusing the syrup with a wood smoke distinctive to that locale. Similarly, small scale Indigenous producers maintain that their intimate relationship with the land is reflected in the flavour of their syrup. These are artisanal efforts that require special craft and local knowledge.

Small producers draw a comparison to wine-making and the distinction between a large commercial wine like Australia’s Yellow Tail wines which, in 2015 exported 8 million cases of wine to the U.S. and a local wine from Ontario’s Beamsville Bench with an annual production of 300 cases. The local wine-maker would point to the terroir and the unique craft of the wine-maker to deliver a distinctive experience that you just can’t get from a large commercial producer.

To test the competing claims about maple syrup flavour, I purchased two large commercial brands and set them against a liter of syrup produced at Williams Farm. If you have been reading my March posts, you’ll know that John Williams is my brother-in-law. I get nothing from promoting his products (except for mild sugar highs and temporary hyperactivity). To eliminate bias, I conducted my tastings in whisky tasting glasses wrapped in duct tape.

First a note about each of the bottles of maple syrup. All three claim to be amber. The two commercial brands include the words “100% Pure Maple Syrup” and “Canada Grade A / Amber, Rich Taste.” This is the precise wording reflected on the PPAQ’s web site. Since Williams Farm isn’t a Québec producer, it doesn’t use this wording; John just hands you a bottle and says: “Here’s some amber, eh.”

One of the commercial brands is Frank. Frank is a Canadian Tire brand. It comes in a plastic bottle and says: “Frank knows all aboot maple.” (Who talks that way?) While you’re getting an oil change downstairs, you can go upstairs and buy a 600 mL bottle of maple syrup for $10. Canadian Tire is a major Canadian retailer listed on the Toronto Stock Exchange with a market capitalization of $11 bn.

The other commercial brand I tasted is the Longo’s in-house brand. You can buy a 500 mL glass bottle for $7.99. The Empire Company recently purchased a 51% stake in the Longo’s grocery chain for a cool $357 million. Like Canadian Tire, the Empire Company is a major Canadian retailer listed on the Toronto Stock Exchange with a market capitalization of $7 bn.

The third bottle, of course, comes from Williams Farm. He sells in both glass bottles and plastic and charges $26 for a liter.

One obvious difference between the 3 bottles is that you have no idea where the commercially branded syrup comes from. In all likelihood, it comes from large scale operations in Québec. But in the case of the Williams Farm syrup, you can visit their web site where John encourages you to drop by for a visit. If it’s not the middle of maple syrup season, you may be able to twist his arm for a tour of the sugar bush.

Another obvious difference between the 3 bottles is that when you pour the syrup into tasting glasses, they have wildly different colour profiles. Longo’s is light. Frank is dark. And Williams sits in the middle. In fact, I’m inclined to say that both commercial brands have been mislabeled. If not, then Longo’s is skirting mighty close to the border between Golden and Amber. Meanwhile, Frank is skirting mighty close to the border between Amber and Dark.

Because the colour profiles are so different, I found I couldn’t give them a fair tasting without first wrapping the glasses in duct tape, labeling the underside of each, and then asking my handy tasting assistant to shuffle the glasses while my back was turned. In fact, that didn’t really make any difference because each syrup also has a distinctive viscosity profile that corresponds to the colour profile and is obvious on the tongue. A wine taster might call it mouthfeel. The Golden felt more fluid while the Dark felt thicker and the Amber sat between the two.

In terms of taste, the Longo’s was good as what the PPAQ describes as Golden / Delicate Taste. Similarly, the Williams Farm was good as Amber / Rich Taste, a little thicker and more full bodied than the Longo’s. Then came Frank, darker and viscous. As with the other two syrups, it was sweet on the front. However, I detected an unexpected hint of bitterness on the finish. My personal view is that, taken together with the fact that it seems to be mislabeled, the Frank is a hard no.

While my personal tasting can’t stand as proof of anything, it does suggest an answer to my opening question. Maple syrup is NOT a fungible product. Three different bottles all claiming to be the same grade can, in fact, contain wildly different expressions of the product.

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Maple Syrup’s Colours

If you were to celebrate maple syrup Pride, the colours of its rainbow would be Golden, Amber, Dark, and Very Dark. That’s according to the PPAQ web site and, since it manages more than 70% of the global maple syrup supply, that’s pretty much the end of the discussion. However, outside Québec, people tend to stick to three colours, not bothering to distinguish between Dark and Very Dark.

Along with the different colours are different flavour profiles. Turning again to the official web site, the PPAQ identifies the flavours as Delicate, Rich, Robust, and Strong. Or, since this is Québec, Délicat, Riche, Robuste, et Prononcé.

At Williams Farm, John Williams finds that a lot of veteran maple syrup customers prefer Dark. Unfortunately for John, he doesn’t have much control over colour profile. When the sap begins to run, the early boils produce syrup with a light colour profile (Golden). As things progress, the boils produce Amber … and many years that’s as far as it goes. For reasons related mostly to weather, the trees stop producing sap and get on with the business of producing buds and leaves. But sometimes if John’s lucky, the sap runs late and the last boils produce dark syrup and everyone goes mental over it.

Personally, I find that while the colour gradations are significant, the corresponding flavour profiles are exaggerated. If I were writing a crime piece, I would call them the alleged flavour profiles because, as they say in court, the jury is still out. In fact, there is a good body of evidence to suggest that the visual appearance of a food strongly influences our perception of flavour. This stands to reason given that nearly 50% of our cerebral cortex is devoted to processing visual information whereas only 1-2% is allocated to taste.

I’m inclined to think we describe the flavour of Golden syrup as delicate because it looks delicate while we describe the flavour of Dark syrup as robust because it looks robust. But actual differences in flavour are far less significant than we suppose. the fact is: both syrups have an extraordinarily high sugar content and sweetness dominates everything.

Naturally, I reserve the right to contradict myself in future posts.

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Maple Syrup Production – On To The Evaporator

In an earlier post, we saw how sap collected in the sugar bush and delivered to the barn is then passed through the RO (reverse osmosis) machine to increase the sugar concentration. From there, it goes on to the evaporator where the boiling sap passes back and forth through a series of channels until it reaches the magic concentration of 66 ºBrix.

Large scale operations sometimes use evaporators heated with fuel oil. At Williams Farm, John heats the evaporator with a wood fire. There are a couple reasons for doing this. The first is that most of the wood is culled from the property as part of the natural process of managing the sugar bush. Using it as a natural fuel is a useful way to dispose of the logs. The second reason is more speculative. Many artisanal producers insist there is no substitute for a wood fire. Certainly, when you stand in the barn during a boil and you breathe in that campfire smell, there’s something about it … it smells like home. Does that “hearth and home” smell make its way into the product?

If you were to talk to large producers in Québec, they would probably say no, it makes no difference how you heat an evaporator. In fact, the PPAQ or Producteurs et productrices acéricoles du Québec, is premised on the idea that maple syrup is perfectly fungible. The PPAQ wouldn’t act as the clearing house for more than 70% of the global maple syrup supply unless it believed that the product from one place is no different than the product from another place.

However, artisanal producers tend to regard what they do more as a craft or, in the case of indigenous producers, as a practice invested with a spiritual dimension. On their view, there are subtle ways in which every step of the process contributes to the flavour, from care of the trees and soil in the sugar bush, to decisions around pest management, all the way to the logs that fire the evaporator. They sometimes draw an analogy to wine-making. Small wineries who craft their vintages from grapes grown in local vineyards will speak of the terroir, fermentation practices and barrel aging to distinguish their wines from large producers who treat wine-making more like chemistry.

Maple sap evaporator at Williams Farm in Wyebridge, Ontario
Maple sap evaporator at Williams Farm in Wyebridge, Ontario
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Sap Goes Pop! 7 Examples of Maple Syrup in Pop Culture

Maple syrup doesn’t have a lot of pop culture exposure, probably because most maple syrup production and distribution happens far away from Hollywood. Even so, there are exceptions. I can’t say that the following examples elevate the industry, but any exposure is better than nothing. So here we go:

1) Star Trek: Voyager, s.7 ep.16 “Workforce”

An alien civilization with a labour shortage has kidnapped members of the Voyager’s crew and, to keep them docile, erases their memories and implants new ones. When the crew rescues B’elanna Torres, Neelix uses pleasant food associations to help the half Klingon Torres recover her memory. He presents her with a plate of pancakes drenched in maple syrup and tells her that it’s her favourite breakfast. There you have it: Klingons love maple syrup.

2) Elf, starring Will Ferrell

Raised as an oversized elf, the human named Buddy travels from the North Pole to NYC in search of his biological father. During a dinner, he pulls a bottle of maple syrup out of his sleeve and douses his plate of spaghetti. He informs his hosts that elves thrive on the four major food groups: candy, candy canes, candy corns, and syrup.

3) Sweet as Maple Syrup

Sweet as Maple Syrup is a made-for-TV movie, as yet unreleased, and so I have no idea whether it’s any good. However, reading the blurb on IMDb, I suspect it’s awful:

Rachelle is in a race against time when her family’s maple orchard starts to decline, just ahead of the upcoming Maple Syrup Festival. With the help of Derek, a professor of arboriculture, they combine her hands-on experience and his scientific knowledge to heal the orchard, along the way discovering their newfound friendship may have a sweet ending of its own.

A maple syrup orchard? Really? It sounds sappy.

4) Pulp Fiction

At the end of Quentin Tarantino’s masterpiece, we come full circle with the robbery in the diner. Vincent (John Travolta) and Jules (Samuel L. Jackson) are eating breakfast after a stressful time cleaning bits of brain out of the back seat of their car. Vincent has a plate of pancakes and, after buttering each pancake, slathers the pile with syrup. When Vincent excuses himself to go to the toilet, Pumpkin (Tim Roth) and Honey Bunny (Amanda Plummer) pull out their guns and rob the diner. When Pumpkin gets to Jules, he notices that Jules has a briefcase on the seat beside him, and while Jules refuses to surrender the briefcase, he lets Pumpkin look inside. Pumpkin opens it up and although we never see what’s inside, we see how it bathes Pumpkin’s face in a golden glow. The internet is rife with theories about what’s inside that briefcase but anyone with common sense knows it’s bottles of amber maple syrup.

5) Riverdale, s.1 ep. 9 “La Grande Illusion”

“Thicker than blood, more precious than oil, Riverdale’s big business is maple syrup.” So begins the 9th episode of the Netflix series based on the Archie comic strip. We watch a man pour maple syrup from a barrel as if it were single malt in the Scottish Highlands. From there, the camera pans to an entire family engaged in a syrup tasting. We learn that the Blossom family controls the maple syrup industry in Riverdale. But the patriarch has died, creating a power vacuum. Intrigue follows…

6) Wedding Crashers

John (Owen Wilson) and Jeremy (Vince Vaughan) are a couple of players who exploit weddings for romantic opportunities (i.e. to get laid). As they arrive at one wedding, they get into an argument about their back story. Jeremy wants them to pose as businessmen from Vermont who own an emerging maple syrup conglomerate. John thinks this is a dumb idea but Jeremy insists he knows everything there is to know about maple syrup.

7) Love and Maple Syrup, by Gordon Lightfoot

You would think that a Gordon Lightfoot song about maple syrup would appear on an album called Gord’s Gold. But no. It appears on side 2 of his 1971 album, Summer Side of Life. Strictly speaking, maple syrup happens more in the late winter/early spring side of life but who’s going to quibble with Gordon Lightfoot?

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The Impact of the Climate Crisis on Maple Syrup Production

What is the potential impact of the climate crisis on maple syrup production? The answer to this question varies depending on your time horizon.

Looking at issues likely to arise in the near future, what keeps maple syrup producers awake at night are the consequences of extreme weather events:

• Wind and ice storms can wreak havoc on trees and can destroy sap lines.

• Wild temperature fluctuations can bring the maple syrup season to an abrupt halt. For a good run, maple syrup producers depend on a succession of days where the temperature climbs a little above freezing during the day and then falls a little below freezing during the night. A sudden warm snap can force the maple trees to break dormancy which means buds form and the sap stops flowing.

• Drought adversely affects the health of the trees and also increases the risk of catastrophic destruction by forest fire.

Looking to the medium term, even subtle changes in climate can make a region more hospitable to invasive species. We’ve already seen this kind of devastation with the mountain pine beetle spreading eastward from British Columbia. And the emerald ash borer has overrun the Great Lakes-St. Lawrence forest region (the region where most maple trees grow). A similar infestation affecting maple trees could obliterate the industry.

In the long term, there looms the possibility that the Great Lakes-St. Lawrence forest region will become too warm to support maple trees. The US Department of Agriculture estimates that by 2100 the “maximum sap flow region is projected to move 400km to the north.” This echoes a more general claim from Jeffrey Sachs. In his 2008 book, Common Wealth: Economics for a Crowded Planet, the noted economist offered something of a silver lining scenario: agricultural losses would be offset by gains in other regions, most notably to the north.

While it may be true that there will be maximum sap flow potential further north, it takes more than favourable temperature to grow a maple tree. If these (American) writers actually visited locations 400 km to the north, they would discover that one important ingredient is missing: suitable top soil. The challenge here is the Canadian Shield, a gigantic slab of igneous rock. During the last ice age, glaciers scoured it bare and relocated all that wonderful gravel and dirt further south. In Ontario, the Canadian Shield supports Boreal forests but cannot support mature deciduous forests. Someday, perhaps. However, soil development and forest growth are processes that happen over millennia. Nobody is going to be tapping trees 400 km to the north anytime soon.

While these “silver lining” scenarios are well intended, they are unhelpful to the extent that they feed climate crisis denialists.

People walking on a lane at Williams Farm, Wyebridge, Ontario