Soon…

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.

Homeward Bound

As I sat on my deck enjoying the rare sunshine and 65° warmth this afternoon, sipping my post nap coffee, gazing at the heavens, floating up there among the clouds, I heard a familiar sound in the distance. As always, my heart rose up there with them as they flew above me, honking with pure joy and what I perceived as exhilaration to just be flying, traveling, moving on. Continue reading

May 1, 2017

As you may know I moved my web site to a new server and decided I should split the Nova Scotia and Happy Hollow content into two separate sites. I did the set up operations but since then have been busy with Spring work on Happy Hollow and haven’t gotten around to adding content to either of the new sites, so the old combined site is still here at StanFrantz.com

I have been taking pictures again during my morning walks and since my phone backs up to Google photos, I’ll post some of the daily shoots here for your perusal as the old gallery no longer exists and was too much work and bandwidth to upload to anyhow.

Here is my walk around the property on May 1. Come along with me and George and experience the first day of May!

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Being Here

Another in my ongoing series of photographic explorations of the pristine area of coastal Nova Scotia where I am now lucky enough to own a home and spend part of the year just wandering about and taking photos to attempt in my futile attempt to share it’s breathtaking beauty with others. Continue reading

Saturday Promenade

One of these days I suppose these early morning walks will lose their sense of wonder and amazement, of discovery and excitement, even when treading the same familiar paths.

Until that time you’ll just have to endure my endless attempts at creating a vicarious online experience of it all to share with the world in hopes that someday someone will come join us. Continue reading

Wake Up Call

Time.

“Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.”

So begins the song of that name by Pink Floyd.

Time. Wasting time. By some people’s standards I waste a LOT of time. Maybe they’re right. Continue reading