A morning journal of passage on the river bank.
The sea answers to the call of the moon.
A drift of common periwinkle in the corner of the cove.
At the center of this place.
At the edge of the continent.
“The end is where we start…” T.S. Eliot
The westward sweep of Wreck Cove on the back side of Long Island, in Casco Bay off Portland, Maine.
Aground in Wreck Cove on the back shore of Long Island, off Portland, Maine.
End of an August day over the island dunes: Casco Bay, Maine.
Onshore at Rye, New Hampshire.