Shore(line)
I grew up in Michigan and Pennsylvania, miles away from the shoreline. In Pennsylvania, boyhood visits to the Jersey Shore introduced me to what seemed like a straight line where the land meets the sea.
When I moved to coastal Connecticut, I experienced a new kind of shoreline, a place where inlets and rivers carve an irregular landscape of coves and inconspicuous communities. This coastal Connecticut landscape reminds me of a visit to Denmark and Norway for my nephew’s wedding, and the allure of adventure hidden around each crevice within the land/water link.
The character of light along the coast seems different from what I’ve known inland. The coastal light feels soft and vaporous, as I’d expect in a landscape when water and air mix each day. But I’ve experienced many days along the coast when broad, searching daylight bathes white clapboard houses and red-brown brick buildings and makes them glow.
