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.
In the meadow lost loved ones
Are still all around you.
Smiling, laughing, holding you
In their hearts with endless love.
They are still there loving you
Without judgement or conditions
In the meadow.
In the meadow the world is simply beautiful.
There is no war.
There is no hate.
There is no anger.
There is no hunger or sickness or pain.
There is nothing but beauty and life
In the meadow.
In the meadow I am happy and at peace.
I wish you could be there too
In the meadow.
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.
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
My brother David Frantz will be 64 on Friday, February 16, 2018. I made this as a birthday gift for him from my pics of his first and last surf sessions in Nova Scotia below my house there in November 2016. The photos are pretty terrible as it was raining in the first session and sleeting in the last, wind blowing about 35mph offshore. In the surfing world going out on a day like that is called in our tribal lingo ‘core,’ short for ‘hardcore.’ It is one of the highest honors to achieve being known as ‘core.’ i.e. That dude is so core! My brother is core. Continue reading
Most people are concerned about hurricanes. A hurricane watch or warning is typically cause for alarm, justifiably. They can, and often do, cause incredible devastation. It is a idea good to develop the habits of being prepared and having emergency supplies and plans in place. All coastal dwellers also learn to follow the weather reports and storm tracks closely. Very closely. And to be ready to act appropriately for whatever turns up. Continue reading
George does not take direction well, but he does try.
A multi-media experience of a day at our favorite beach in Nova Scotia with my dog, George. Featuring his first (and likely only) live film audition. Continue reading
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