Nova Scotia is beautiful, I must admit. I live near the Bedford highway which has a lovely view of the basin and distant hills. It would be even more lovely if there wasn’t this grimy highway, but I guess it could be considered beautiful in some contexts too. As a line, a human made mark connected to many others. Part of a network, a system.
When you are walking near the highway you are acutely aware of the danger of cars, the exhaust and the dust. The only place to walk near the waterfalls and cut rock is a side walk about a meter wide. This particular stretch of my route is a narrow path sandwiched between rushing cars and a guard rail crackling with rust. On the other side of the railing is the ditch and the surface of the rock.
Never the less it is still a place I like to visit, to see the trickling water paint the rock on its way back to the sea. There are also little plants and flowers growing in every nook and cranny, and even the occasional whimsical tossed object or piece of ephemera.
It does irritate me to see how much litter with ugly brand names build up in these between spaces, but even the slow decay of objects in a space can be fascinating: An old bike or shopping cart beneath a waterfall; A chair in the brambles facing the sunset.
With the spring rains, the water begins to flow, and life returns. Each spring shower causes the trickles to swell into gushing falls of rainwater, which blast and froth their way down into the ditch.
By the summer it is lush and verdant. The little bit of water helps nourish moss and wild flowers which grow over the litter in the ditch. The elephant ear crawls over the railing and crowds the walk way with its reaching leaves. (I’ll post photos as the summer comes to us.)
In the winter the trickle builds up to form grand waterfalls and stalagmite size icicles. A dusting of snow meets it’s opposite in the frozen black rock and it makes me feel like shouting “oh Beauty!” Here it is. I see it! As if to praise a fleeting moment in the presence of a goddess. A truth in interconnecting chaos and I and life bear witness with a burning heart.
I encourage you to go out and witness some beauty too, if you look you will find it in abundance.
“Still will I harvest beauty where it grows”
(Feel free to click through the photos- prints are also available if requested.)
