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
Planet: Earth (yes, really) Continue reading
Just in case you haven’t had enough of empty, beautiful days at the beach in Nova Scotia…come enjoy another flawless afternoon at Shangri La in mid-August.
You might be tempted to ask: “Where the heck is everyone?”
I would answer with a shrug, “I don’t know, and I really don’t care, but you’re always welcome to come join George and me.” Continue reading
One phenomenon I kept noticing very often while I wandered about Nova Scotia exploring new areas and taking photos was a marked tendency for design elements in the sky to mirror the earth. Or was it vice versa?
It was uncanny how so often whatever patterns, textures, geometry, or other compositional elements appeared in one aspect were echoed in the others, in the sky and on the land and often on the water as well. You might have noticed it in many of the videos I’ve already posted…as I often would take dozens of shots trying to capture this natural balance and synchronicity. You will see it much more as I continue to post more shoots… Continue reading
Day Two in Shangri La
The day after we first got access to my “Shangri-La,” we returned to take more pictures and explore the entire development more in depth. It was a spectacular overcast day with stunning clouds, dramatic shafts of light bursting through, and occasional showers. I started by taking some panoramas at the overlook at the end of Astaak Point Road Then I hiked onto a cleared lot on top of the point for a few shots, and was surprised by a rainbow bursting forth from the points I’d visited last year across the bay. The proverbial “pot of gold.” We then headed down through the wetlands to the private beach and the slough for a few more photos. Continue reading
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
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
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
Day Two of the search for Edouard. September 18 early morning.
It was so big on the satellite pictures. The track was just right. It was right in the window. The swell charts were perfect. The wind was perfect. The sun was out, the water was still warm…
Where are the freaking waves??? Making the rounds, checking the points…a few tantalizing teasers…but nope…he stood us up. Again.
There is a place in Nova Scotia called Cow Bay. This is not that place. This place is called Seals. There are no cows at Cow Bay. There are cows at Seals Beach. George is very interested in the cows at Seals Beach. George did not take his eyes off of them the entire time I wandered around the low tide exposed reefs and tide pools enchanted by the sparkling light and the myriad variations of colors and textures and shapes to be discovered on closer inspection amongst what looked from afar like boring grey shoals of countless cloned cobblestones. Continue reading