Over three very summerlike days in early October, George and I expanded the radius of our explorations from one side of the wide bay where we built our new home to the other. Continue reading
The daunting task continues…but it’s a labour of love. I only got through the next 2 days of shots and had enough to start putting to music. Timed out so nicely to this remaining unused song from the classic Crosby, Stills & Nash first album that I went ahead and generated a video. Continue reading
This is the end
This is the end
My only friend, the end Continue reading
A photographic/musical video experience I put together during the week after I returned from Nova Scotia. After days in bed during which I was very sick and miserable I had to do something creative to distract myself and try to be productive at the height of my fevered distress. This video is my way of escaping to a more pastoral and pleasant existential memory. A place where time and space are warped and beauty and art flood the senses…and occasionally a happy dog comes running past. Continue reading
Walking along the edge of the sea, I became fascinated with the way the sun and clouds’ reflections changed and morphed as I moved and as the small waves moved in and out altering the qualities of the reflective surface of the wet sand.
So I did what I do, took pictures and videos. George did what he does, ran and played and explored and had fun. We managed to synergize both our actions and creative impulses somehow. I think to both our benefit. Continue reading
You could say I’m a bit enamoured of the natural landscapes surrounding my new home in Nova Scotia. That would be an understatement. Continue reading
One of the more spectacular days we’ve seen up here this year, or ever, for that matter. I ironically titled it ‘A Cloudy Day,’ because, well, the sky was filled with clouds!
The hundreds of puffy white billows (seemingly outsourced by the Great Spirit to Miss Bergman’s 3rd grade class with the simple instructions “paint some clouds”) only adding to the sense of reverence we felt as we visited our new home site and then travelled down to the local marshes. Continue reading
A foggy day at the beach.
Thick drifting fog creates a whole different experience of our familiar beach. Continue reading
At various times in my life, I’ve had civilians, aka non-surfers, ask me why surfers get up so early to go surf. “Is it really that much better early?”
Here is my video answer. Continue reading