If you’ve been following my posts for even a short while, you’ve probably realized I look at the sky and clouds a lot and a huge percentage of the photos I share are of the sky, peering into the heavens above. Perhaps that’s because I am drawn to seek answers there, or to be inspired there, or to escape there, from this world down here. Perhaps all of the above.
This morning the clouds looked like a page full of Morse-like code, a message laid out above me, for me to understand and heed, if only I could decipher it. I could not interpret the message verbatim in human words, but the message I got was: this world is beautiful, just take time to see it, to experience it.
I dream. You dream. We all dream dreams. We dream them asleep and awake. I don’t usually remember the dreams I dream when I’m asleep. I do remember the dreams I dream when I’m awake and dreaming of the dreams I want to make real. Without conscious thought, I sometimes discover that I have made those dreamy dreams come true. Sometimes, when I least expect it, when I don’t even imagine it to be possible, the dreamiest of dreams becomes real…or seems about to become real.
I’ve been taking lots of pictures as usual here in Nova Scotia, but haven’t been very diligent about editing and post-production, nor posting them on social media. This old blog has been ignored for some time. Perhaps if it had any traffic or I had any indication that anyone besides me ever visits it or enjoys the content I’d update more often. Hint, hint, hint.
Anyhow, I discovered that Google Photos will automatically detect images that I take as I pan the majestic views I am witness to. This is without having to switch to “panorama” mode and consciously take a panning shot. I prefer this as it is both a surprise when my smart ass phone tells me it made me something special, and because then I have the individual shots as well.
The problem is they don’t post well on social media. Facebook, I’m talking about you. So I’m attempting a solution by posting thumbs on a blog post so that you can then click to see full screen and either see the entire image fit to your screen or enlarge it to full height and pan your screen to vicariously experience what it’s like to stand on my balcony at sunset or on my beach or in the estuary or elsewhere and enjoy the vistas.
So…let’s see if this works…
“When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May” —The Temptations, My Girl
The Temptations knew what they were talking about when they spoke of the month May being the ultimate contrast to the cold and bleakness of winter, of a metaphor for love of the most beautiful woman, for the completion of the self in that love.
I haven’t updated my site with images of my Happy Hollow in a long time. I hope these few photos of this past May help make up for that failure to provide my site’s visitors with the vicarious experience of why I named my little slice of paradise that.
I’ve had a lifelong desire to be an artist. I have fulfilled that dream in many ways. However, attempts to paint in oils were…shall we say…not very successful. Now thanks to digital editing algorithms and digital image capture, I can at least pretend I’ve found a way to create the paintings I’ve always wanted to.
This little video is a presentation of faux paintings digitally created from my own photographs, made to appear like the paintings I wish I could paint, if I could actually paint. Continue reading
So I’m in Nova Scotia finally. After a summer in Happy Hollow, enduring the heat and humidity, so I could enjoy my meadow and my garden for a change, I finally loaded George and myself in the truck after Labor Day and made the long, long, long drive up to my getaway on the Eastern Shore of Nova Scotia. Continue reading
In The Meadow
In the meadow no one can hurt you.
No one can spread lies about you.
No one can attack you.
No one can make you feel bad.
No one can be mean to you.
No one can hurt you
In the meadow. Continue reading
Soon the sun will rise above those trees at the top of the hollow, sending bright life giving light down to dry the dew in the meadow along the creek.
Soon the sunlight will pass through these trees around the meadow turning into angel’s fingers dancing across the flowers, touching every dew drenched petal and leaf and transforming a common green field into a magic carpet of sparkling rhinestones.
Everywhere hang garlands seemingly tossed casually like discarded diamond necklaces draped between the stems of the taller plants.
You can see this, and feel this too, if you know where to stand and look.
I can show you, but only if you come here early in the morning to the place I call Happy Hollow.
An Easter Awakening
I have been going through some rough times, being attacked personally by someone I once thought a friend, now perceiving me as an enemy, attacking me and defaming me among others, both friends and strangers alike, for reasons unfathomable to me.
I have fought anxiety attacks, depression and as a result, for the first time in a life filled with recurring episodes of despair, even faced down thoughts of a final escape from what is only a temporary problem…I held the full bottle of pills in my hand…wondered if it would be enough…and then set it down again. Closest I ever came to considering taking that final step to find peace. Continue reading