Wake Up Call

Time.

“Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.”

So begins the song of that name by Pink Floyd.

Time. Wasting time. By some people’s standards I waste a LOT of time. Maybe they’re right. Continue reading

Want To Live In Happy Hollow?

Come Enjoy the Country Life!

Flower & Vegetable Gardens, Chickens, Ducks, Creek, Pond, Wildflowers, Woods, Wildlife!

Happy Hollow is my name for my small farmette in the country near Bath, PA, about 10 miles from Bethlehem & Allentown. I’ve been here and gardening since 2000, but now need someone to manage the garden & property and harvest and share the food as I spend summer through fall at my new home in Nova Scotia. Continue reading

Hangin’ Out

Going through my folder of video projects to clean out old versions and aborted projects, I found I’d started to make one from this day’s shoot on September 4th and never finished it.

On revisiting it, I decided to pick some different music and go ahead and generate yet another of my photographic journals of a day spent not doing a whole lot, but well spent nevertheless. Continue reading

Back To The Garden

If you’ve been following my journey on Facebook or this blog/website, you are probably aware that I think I’ve found Eden, or perhaps Shangri la. Certainly my idea of Paradise on Earth.

Some people call it Nova Scotia. I am very excited to soon call it Home. My new home on top of Astaak Point is being completed as I type this! Continue reading

Surrealistic Journey

To Nowhere.

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

Feeling Free

Just another visit to our beach here in Nova Scotia.

For his own protection (and my sanity) George has to remain leashed at all times wherever we go. Being (I suspect) half greyhound, he does not recall, but loves to run and chase. I do let go occasionally, but it is risky. I leave the long leash attached so I can catch him, but he has gone way back into the wilderness and gotten tangled, which was then not fun, quite a challenge in fact. Continue reading