Another Crappy Day

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

Astaak at Abbecombec

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

Atmosphere

I’ve never studied yoga or meditation, but I believe I read somewhere that in order to achieve inner peace one must create the right atmosphere. I think perhaps I’ve managed to do that by finding my special Aerie on Astaak and spending a lot of time walking along the beaches and marshes below. Continue reading

Wave Porn

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

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