Morning and evening in Clam Bay.
I once again took all my images and put them in a slideshow. Editing is hard!
The music selection doesn’t have anything to do with the imagery, I just hadn’t listened to Elvis Costello in a long time. Continue reading
I love the ocean. I love to surf. I love waves.
Getting back into surfing has been a challenge. More of a challenge than learning the first time, which was the most difficult thing I ever accomplished. It’s been frustrating and demoralizing at times to want to do it so badly and to just not be able to. I won’t give up. I can’t. Continue reading
I don’t know what’s up with me lately. I feel like I’ve been walking around in a fog.
I even thought I saw a white rainbow…a fogbow? Continue reading
A Saturnalian Rhapsody
Saturday at my home in Nova Scotia. Continue reading
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
Shooting sunsets is hard. They keep changing! You think you’ve got a great shot, then the colors and shapes all change in an instant, and you have to, just have to, take another one…and another one. Continue reading
We have finally returned to Nova Scotia and taken up residence in our new home on Astaak Point in Clam Bay. As in prior years, I’ve taken a lot of pictures as we revisited all our favorite places here in Abbecombec Ocean Village. I often pick a couple photos to share on Facebook and Instagram, the selections made for random reasons; either a certain image symbolizes something about the day, some event we experienced (more often than not a George photo bomb) or simply just certain images stand out as special, you-know-it-when-you-see-it, extraordinary captures of the beauty that abounds here. Continue reading
As I remembered it, in anticipation…
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. Continue reading
A little breakfast for the soul. Continue reading