On a boat off of Parrsboro

I live in a fantastically beautiful part of the world  but so much of it I never get to see. It is amazing.

Last week I took a boat across the Bay of Fundy. It was the first time I had ever been out on that water and I saw the area in a new way.

The cliffs were carved out of stone. I saw the inspiration for native totem poles. How they were carved out in big  masculine chunks. It surprised me so much.

It was so beautiful that sometimes I welled up in tears. I could not believe my eyes.

It made me realize how much I have not seen right in my own area. The gold lichen on the rocks looked like someone painted it. Nature is a work of art. A shockingly beautiful one.

You would think I would be inspired to come home and hook the cliffs but it was not that simple. It just was more of an all around inspiration. I came home lighter, happier.

I came home feeling stronger because I was less afraid of the sea.

I had ridden between the islands off of Blomidon. 

While I was out there I thought of my father and grandfather who had ridden around in boats so easily. I rarely do.

Inspiration is a kind of fullness. It is not direct. 

I don't want to hook blomidon any more than I ever did. I just want to create, something, anything.