wetlands

August 2019

Stanley

I go to Nova Scotia every summer through the end of October and stay at my home on a drumlin (google it! LOL) that sticks out into the middle of a wide curving bay called Clam Bay. The community is named Abbecombec, which as it turns out, is derived from the native word for a wide curving bay.

I spend my time wandering the beach there and sitting on my deck watching the world go by. Sometimes I take pictures. Sometimes I take a LOT of pictures. This year was a year I took a lot of pictures. Here are some of what I think are the best of the best from August, well, I thought that as I tried to rate and edit them. So now they’re compiled into a video slideshow for your vicarious enjoyment of spending August at a home on the beach in Abbecombec, Clam Bay, Nova Scotia.

BTW, I’m there alone except for my dog, George, who appears sporadically in the photos. (fun drinking game, shout George and take a swig every time you see him) so I am open to having visitors, especially of the single female sort.

More videos are still in the works, so please subscribe to my channel if you’d care to see more of this boring and drab life I lead.

July 2019

Stanley

I go to Nova Scotia every summer through the end of October and stay at my home on a drumlin (google it! LOL) that sticks out into the middle of a wide curving bay called Clam Bay. The community is named Abbecombec, which as it turns out, is derived from the native word for a wide curving bay.

I spend my time wandering the beach there and sitting on my deck watching the world go by. Sometimes I take pictures. Sometimes I take a LOT of pictures. This year was a year I took a lot of pictures. Here are some of what I think are the best of the best from July, well, I thought that as I tried to rate and edit them. So now they’re compiled into a video slideshow for your vicarious enjoyment of spending July at a home on the beach in Abbecombec, Clam Bay, Nova Scotia.

BTW, I’m there alone except for my dog, George, who appears sporadically in the photos. (fun drinking game, shout George and take a swig every time you see him) so I am open to having visitors, especially of the single female sort.

A Pilgrimage

Stanley

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 →