Once upon a time, words were my weapon of choice. I wrote quickly and effortlessly. I needed to write about the things that were on my mind.
I still feel the need to write sometimes - still want to write - but the words don't come easily any longer. At least, not the words I want to write - the ones that tell what's in my heart as well as in my head.
Riding the fourth wave of the pandemic, I wonder if there's any point in even trying.
But then I remember that writing used to bring me joy. And goodness knows we could all use a little more joy in our lives these days.
This week, I went looking for joy on the coastal barrens near Peggy's Cove. There's a reason Peggy's is iconic. The lighthouse is unremarkable, but the rocks on which it stands and the landscape surrounding it sometimes seem otherworldly.
These photos don't do it justice but they're the best of a bad lot. The light was harsh and I mostly used the wrong camera settlings. I'll have to try again another day.
