The Surety of Nature


acrylic on paper by Angela McMullen


Nature awaits with a welcoming stance, yet waits for no-one; always unchanging yet ever-changing. Steady, but unsteady.


Brooks continue wayward journeys through fields and forests, often succumbing to the dreaded drought. But their boulders wait. Patiently. And their trees tip to wet themselves.

Meadows steep in the afternoon sun and beach rocks toss to-and -fro with the Fundy tides.

Clouds texture the vast formless skies, tinging greys with layered platinum's.



Image photography by Angela McMullen


The natural world does not hold back for anyone. Mother Nature has her own timetable, and thankfully so. The certainty of sunrise and sunset does not disappoint. Neither do the seasons.

Speckled snowflakes fall for winter, careless in their descent to the readied branch.


Image photography by Angela McMullen

Birds sing for the recessed dawn, and upon the outstretched limb, claim a perfect placement.

The moon, by times, can saturate the clouds with a hint of magic, filling a midnight sky.

In the forest, mosses cling to woody grounds, and somewhere, timid petals cower to light.


Image photography by Angela McMullen

Frosty etchings still gather for (watchful) children on frozen panes. Detailed sketches wait for the melting.

And in summer, towering trees wait to shade, their anticipated relief a humble offering to a lone walker.

Spider webs reach for flies, intricately designed for a final resting place.


Bark curls on the birch trunk because that is the nature of nature.


Image photography by Angela McMullen

Nature is. Always. In the material world, situations escalate and crumble within fickle structures, but everything corrects itself in the natural world. Always.


Connecting to nature is key to understanding the material world into which we were born. She is the master of intelligence. She is a master teacher, leading by example.


In the light of her dawns and in the hushed undertones of her twilight's, she holds the answer to every question. In her endless skies, unfolds scrolls of timeless wisdom. In the pockets of her mountainsides, she carries reels of infinite lifetimes, playing them out in metered symphonies.


Image photography by Angela McMullen


Embossed on the slates of woody canvases are stories waiting to be told, signs awaiting interpretation.


In nature, the mysteries of life lean into the collapsing wind and drift upon the residues of yesterday's rain. Listen. Shh. Nature waits for the senses. Always.



Angela McMullen is a freelance writer who lives and writes in maritime Nova Scotia, where she is inspired by the rhythm of the Bay of Fundy tides, the pulse of long-standing forests, the expansive fields of the Annapolis Valley, the backdrop of North and South mountain ranges, and the distinction of the four seasons. www.forestwriting.com


Angela's most recent work is a slim book of poetry that captures the pure essence of nature and her unwavering resilience. Infused with undertones of Italian influence, this collection of poetry speaks for itself.

https://www.amazon.com/s?k=angela+hutchinson+mcmullen+poplars+dancing+in+the+wind&ref=nb_sb_noss


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