Abbecombec 2019 – The Book

I take lot of photos every year. This year I was determined to somehow select some of my favorite shots and compile them into a book again as in the past. The first year I did this, I ended up with 3 books. In the intervening years, I always got overwhelmed at the prospect of trying to go through 10,000s of photos and try to whittle it down to a few 100 to then select from for a book. Then begins the long, tedious, but infinitely creative process of laying out the book page by page. I have a large backlog of work to do one of these days.

The good news is that this year I did it!

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An Artist’s Vision

I can’t really paint, but I do have an artist’s eye. I take photographs with my artistic vision and sense of composition rather than to record events or people or document a moment.

Not too long ago I discovered a new digital application that vastly expands the choices for manipulation of images in all manner of ways to create new art. Like many people I am drawn to the Impressionists, their technique and vision and goals in creating art the way they did speak to me, and I’m sure many people. So here are some of my photographs turned into Faux Paintings which might hang in a gallery called Musée de Impressionnistes Numérique

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The View

Sunset

The view from my lot on top of Astaak Point gives me the opportunity to observe the entire west side of Clam bay from my front deck and from my bedroom balcony at any time of day. I can also see the east side from the guest room side of the house, looking over Sleepy Head toward Clam Harbour Beach Provincial Park. 

Many days I loose count of how many times I say to myself, “Oh, my gosh, where’s my camera/phone? I have to get a shot of that!!!”

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George on the Beach

George is a dog. I’d call him my dog, but I think he’d dispute that and insist that I am HIS human. Like all dogs, George loves the beach. He also loves people, sometimes a bit too much, as in jumping and hugging and kissing them. Since some people don’t care for this—imagine that!—it’s better for everyone that he be only set loose where he can run and chase birds and smell things and did I mention run? and not usually see people to go make friends with. Our beaches at Abbecombec are ideal for that especially at low tide. Run, George, Run!

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Before & After

Last summer’s ‘work’ at the point was disappointing to say the least. My complaints and requests for explanation of why this was done and why the cut brush was not cleaned up had gone unanswered and unaddressed for months. When a reply was finally obtained it was unsatisfactory to say the least. It was claimed that no one else had complained and therefore they were fine with the outcome and the matter was considered closed.

I am livid. Not just because of the unneeded and permanent destruction of a beautiful and treasured resource but because of the initial stonewalling and finally their refusal to take responsibility or admit this is a tragic mess or even  finish cleaning it up. Since they deemed it not a problem, they refused addressing how to avoid this again in the future by communicating with a designated owner’s rep beforehand as had been agreed. 

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Emptiness

Emptiness

As powerful as I think the image I posted above is in conveying so much of the meditative experience of walking along this incredible beach at extreme low tide, alone but for George and the sea birds, with the fog sliding in and out, the constantly changing light of the mist obscured sun floating hither and thither to make illusions of ghosts running past and of fleeting mystic sparkling apparitions dancing in wet shining mirrors–moving, shifting, alive, but so still and quiet–it’s not enough. It’s never enough. You had to be there.

But here’s another opportunity to transport yourself down to this magical place with me and George on a Saturday morning in September. Continue reading “Emptiness”

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