Déjà Vu

Our first real in depth visit back to our favorite places on a bright sunny day.

Revisiting many of the scenes I photographed last year and made videos from, I had an overwhelming sense that I was being redundant taking pictures again of the same old vistas. It actually consciously caused me to not take a lot of photos and look for new things to notice and discover. Not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Continue reading

Summer Days

Summer in Nova Scotia. Not all the days are hot. Not all the days are rainy or foggy. But all the days are filled with beauty in nature, if you just go out and look for it.

This summer I became determined to follow in the artistic steps of one of my favorite painters, Matisse, and document the changing moods of a certain wetland pond filled with lily pads and cattails and other assorted water plants and occasionally some wildlife as well. Continue reading

The Day The Earth Stood Still

Late for the Sky With Diamonds

I could say something clever and insightful, possibly even poetic, but it’d be lame compared to watching this.

So just watch it. Please. Thanks. You’re Welcome.

Music: Shine On You Crazy Diamond ~ Pink Floyd
Album: Wish You Were Here
Photos: Stan Frantz
Location: Nova Scotia
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October

George Returns to Sleepy Head (with Daddy)

Having become totally enchanted with Mariner’s Cove and our favorite beach, Shangri La, once we regained access, and exploring elsewhere on the coast in completely new areas, I suddenly realized we hadn’t visited our old favorite haunt at Sleepy Head in over a month!

Back we went on an incredible Fall day in October. I took a few photos. I think some are ok.

Come along with me and George and enjoy our extended excursion to this lovely location while listening to one of the finest displays of instrumental virtuosity ever recorded. (IMHO) Continue reading

The Reef

Sleepy Head At Low Tide

An In Depth Study (with George)

By August 14 I was really getting going with the new photography thing and committed myself to taking a lot of different pictures studying various aspects of the low tide reef which caught my eye. Patterns and textures in the sand, the sea grasses and seaweed, scores of sparkling jellyfish spread on the water’s edge, the ripples and reflections in the tide pools, tiny waves breaking along the edges, the cobblestones that make up both the reef and the huge berm on the shore, and the wetlands hemmed in behind that as well as a variety of location shots to show the layout. Continue reading

August Moods

Sleepy Head, The Reef Next Door

Right below Astaak Point—site of our future home, the drumlin point you’ll see often in the following series of videos—on the eastern side, is a tiny little perfect cove formed by a long curving reef. I called it Winnebagos until I found out the official name was Sleepy Head. Perhaps my favorite place name ever.

For about a month before we regained access to Shangri La, we took a lot of long walks there and I took a lot of photos of it’s many moods, components, colors, and textures. This is a compilation of select shots from several of those visits during August 2014. (The August  17 shoot features the famed interpretive dance by George called I See Birds which he improvised on the spot.) Continue reading

Sparkling Spectacle

The Next Beach Over – The second half of the massive set of photos I took this magnificent day at Conrad’s Beach, West Lawrencetown, Nova Scotia.

Such a beautiful day, even the seaweed looked beautiful to me. So did the rocks and even the snails, with their interesting tracks, the cobblestone reef jutting out to sea with its eroded pillars of former trees, or perhaps old pilings out at the end, the rippling little waves forming multiple parallel wavelets as they expired on the shining wet sand, which had it’s own mesmerizing effects of colors and textures and sparkling light to draw my rapt and rapturous stares…

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Endless

Endless Blessings. Endless Bliss.

It all began with a trip back east to Bethlehem to visit our grandparents one summer back in 1966. My Dad had been transferred by Bethlehem Steel out to St. Louis MO and we lived in a comfortable middle class town called Kirkwood. We pretty much hated it there, we called it Misery, rather than Missouri. So we leapt at the chance to go back to our beloved hometown.

We were even more thrilled when our grandparents asked us what we wanted to do. “Go down the Shore!!!” we screeched in unison. We’d always loved the beach and especially loved body surfing in the little rollers at Ocean City NJ and Wildwood and Atlantic City. It was something we discovered naturally and had been water babies from the get go. Continue reading

Day 2: Mourning in Beersville

Yesterday I woke up without a dog beside the bed. I walked downstairs without the sound of a dog following me down. I started the coffee without putting food in the dog bowl first. I sat on the toilet without a dog pushing the door open and pushing his head between my knees to look at me with those unbelievably loving eyes…

I can’t go on………..I go on. Continue reading