You have the right to an attorney.

The Lily Pond

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?”

To all law firms practicing in Halifax Regional Municipality:

It appears that we, the residents and owners of Abbecombec Ocean Village, are in imminent threat of losing a significant piece of our common lands in the center of the wetlands at Clam Bay.

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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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Looking for an Angel

I’ve concluded that the only way to ensure that Abbecombec is managed properly and developed responsibly and that the common lands, the marshes and beaches, and the natural beauty those provide that makes it such a special place are preserved for the future is to buy it, or better yet find someone to buy it who has the means and desire to do so.

Thus I need an ‘angel,’ an investor not interested in making gobs of money, but instead committed to owning and preserving this special place as a legacy for future generations to enjoy. There is a good chance of making a good chunk of any investment back in time, and even turning a profit, but the main goal you must have is to make this place the best it can be, and ensure its preservation for the future. That will be our legacy to create together. Continue reading “Looking for an Angel”

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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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Farewell to Tarwathie

An oldie but a goodie.

My last photo shoot in Nova Scotia on October 15, 2014 set to Judy Collins’ immortal humpback whale accompanied version of ‘Farewell to Tarwathie.’ Her haunting voice and the whales’ plaintive song perfectly expressing the longing I now feel deep in my soul for my adopted home away from home.

Thanks to the music I chose, this one has over 60,000 views on YouTube. Continue reading “Farewell to Tarwathie”

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Astaak At Abbecombec

Todays 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.

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