beached
I started my writing residency week deep in the ocean, writing shipwrecks and coordinates, fathoms deep.
But now, after five days of wandering and dreaming and thinking and writing, I’m beached, thinking instead about what happens when water meets land, about erosion and revelation, and about the stories the tide leaves behind in rocks and sand.
Erosion and encounter are recurring themes in my work, so perhaps not entirely surprising, but tides are new.
More thinking. More dreaming. More writing.
And only just over 24 hours left in this magical place at the edge of the sea.
mystical
swirlings
channels like train tracks leading right into the sea [on a technical note, my phone camera couldn’t make sense of the mists and the red Fundy mud and kept trying to tell me it was sunset]
the rocky skeleton of a mythical sea creature?
waves etched into stone
lunar
scarred
valleys and plateaus - the Grand Canyon in miniature
marbled
sinews
layers
in other news, it was chilly out this morning!
