The Lily Pond

In the middle of the marshes and wetlands, the tidal estuary that is the centerpiece of Abbecombec, there are a couple old buildings and remnants that show the hand of man once attempted to control nature’s productions. A salmon hatchery had owned the land in the distant past and had built the early roads as well as ponds and canals to facilitate the spawned salmon’s escape and return to the sea.

Decades later, nature has turned one such pond into a wonder that always draws me to stop and appreciate its beauty and raises memories of the impressionist painter Manet and his fascination with the subject of lilies that he painted over and over.

Perhaps channeling that impulse, that obsession, that enchantment, I have taken 1000s of pictures here over the years, in every kind of weather and light and time of day.

I’ve compiled some of my favorites into 3 slideshow videos in an attempt to share my wonder and love of this special magical place. This collection from 2018 and 2019 is the 3rd and last until I return with more next year.

Abbecombec 2019 – The Book

The first year I was there I was so enchanted by the beauty of the area that I took a lot of photos. Energized by the amount of quality images I captured that year, I created not one, but 3 photo books on Shutterfly.com. I then made a book of the surf pictures I’d accumulated up until then as a birthday present for my brother David.

I’ve taken a lot of photos every year since. But I haven’t taken the time and intensive effort to go through the 10,000s of images and try to select the best of the best and then to somehow organize those photos into a book. Until now.

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September 2019

I go to Nova Scotia every summer through the end of October and stay at my home on a drumlin (google it! LOL) that sticks out into the middle of a wide curving bay called Clam Bay. The community is named Abbecombec, which as it turns out, is derived from the native word for a wide curving bay.

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August 2019

I go to Nova Scotia every summer through the end of October and stay at my home on a drumlin (google it! LOL) that sticks out into the middle of a wide curving bay called Clam Bay. The community is named Abbecombec, which as it turns out, is derived from the native word for a wide curving bay.

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July 2019

I go to Nova Scotia every summer through the end of October and stay at my home on a drumlin (google it! LOL) that sticks out into the middle of a wide curving bay called Clam Bay. The community is named Abbecombec, which as it turns out, is derived from the native word for a wide curving bay.

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Looking for Rainbows

Thunder is rumbling in the distance.
Raindrops streak the windows as I peer through
at squalls raking the silvered bay below.
Bursts of luminescence break through the gloomy skies 
spraying bright hope here and there, 
and so I step outside to look for rainbows.

This afternoon I find none, but as I wait, 
and these words form themselves in my mind,
the passing storm moves out to sea,
and now the sun warms my face.
and thoughts of love warm my heart.

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Cracking the Code

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.

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Dreaming Dreamy Dreams

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.

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