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 an unvarying 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 nearly hidden communities. This coastal Connecticut landscape reminds me of a visit to saw in Norway and the allure of adventure hidden around every nook and crevice of the land/water link.
The charactor of light along the coast also seems different from what I’ve known inland. The coastal light is often soft and vaporous, as I’d expect 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.
I think I’m falling in love with light, all over again.
