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

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

Ridiculous

We have finally returned to Nova Scotia and taken up residence in our new home on Astaak Point in Clam Bay. As in prior years, I’ve taken a lot of pictures as we revisited all our favorite places here in Abbecombec Ocean Village. I often pick a couple photos to share on Facebook and Instagram, the selections made for random reasons; either a certain image symbolizes something about the day, some event we experienced (more often than not a George photo bomb) or simply just certain images stand out as special, you-know-it-when-you-see-it, extraordinary captures of the beauty that abounds here. 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

Reflections

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