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.
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’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
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.
Today’s vocabulary words:
Awakening – coming into existence or awareness.
Requiescence – a state of rest or repose; peace, quiet.
Astaak is the native name for the point on which I built my home. It means “the sun comes out.” It overlooks Abbecombec, which is the native word for a wide curving bay and also the name of the village below my home along whose beaches I stroll almost daily. Continue reading
Some of you may be wondering what exactly it is I do.
I think this video will answer that question better than I can with mere words.
This is what I do. I walk around and look at things. With George. Continue reading
Was it all just a dream? Continue reading
Old man who can’t surf anymore has bleak, almost hopeless message about depression.
(the keyword is ‘almost’)
I’ve been battling severe depression all my life.
I don’t know how I’ve made it this far. I’m going to be 65 in a few weeks.
I’m currently so depressed I haven’t gotten out of the house in weeks or done any of the things I normally love to do this time of year. Continue reading