Summer Days Are Numbered
Summer days are numbered in the park, but today nature has rewarded us with one more. Waterfowl nosily dart and dive in glass like water, feasting on early morning delicacies. The tide has moved large quantities of water out to sea revealing the ocean bottom and small living creatures.
Patterns of land and water draw one into a tranquil space that seems to encapsulate a space of pure freedom. Time becomes stretched and drawn out. There are no man made restrictions and a natural rhythm strums on at its own pace. It is an endlessness one could live in forever: surely a heaven on earth.
Powell’s Point Park, Nova Scotia