Night Falls in Nova Scotia

The following picture was taken by my Dad, the one in my family who was kind enough to pass along this creative bug that has infested my being for as long as I can remember.  Also the one who has paved my way in my career as a real estate agent, having begun our little family brokerage 35years ago.  He is another creative force, and battles everyday to express it as we continue to try to make our way here in the real world, where the day job takes precedence, and food on the table is a must.  Visit him over on Facebook to see more of his fantastic photography, his paintings, and his ponderings on this world, our business, and life in general.  Find Larry Matthews on Facebook if for no other reason than he's my Dad :)

Night Falls in Nova Scotia

Photo by Larry Matthews

On the hill in Fort Ellis

The tidal bore races up the river

A white wall of water

Erasing her muddy floor

Twilight whispers

As the wind picks up

The force of the mighty Bay of Fundy

In action.

The moon rides high above the skinny pines

Suspended long before true darkness falls

Invited by the tides

To glow in her splendor

Washing the world in her silvery embrace

As we chase the darkness.

A hawk soars above

For a moment trapped

Silhouetted against a blue nose moonbeam

For She couldn't possibly shine as bright anywhere else.

For a moment you feel as though you could reach out

And forever trap her light

Within one of Nan's old mason jars

Just like the fireflies on an early summer eve

But that would be wrong

For she has other places to shine upon

And we've never been known to be greedy.

The smell of the wood stove

Heightens our senses

As we wait

For Night Fall in Nova Scotia

~Natasha Head~