I love beach combing, clam digging, popping fat squelchy kelp, rocky jagged shorelines, and the island aesthetic of sweaters, knitted and knotted caps, bandannas, and rubber gum boots.
A friend once said, if a girl I would like to date can’t look good and show up in rubber boots and go clam digging, I am not interested..
I laughed. We have the whole cultural thing going down around the swimsuit illustrated beach babe, but, here, it’s not that that turns the eye, it is the sight of a couple laughing, children teasetagging the rollers coming in , a woman’s face turned enigmatically to the flankers rising from a northern night bonfire fest.
I have seen some of the photoshoots of performance artists that combine the stunning backdrop of cliff and crag here, and it speaks to my own art heart..
It’s a hard life, settlement here for some 400 years, at first by stealth and then slowly by finger and foothold..
The light, the light, oh my god the light, angling madly off the shale, misting into goth under dreamy disturbed streetlampin, the light is what is unforgettable.
The light and the ocean are one, they play to one another, every shade of blue and green, 1000 moments for the soul, it si the light that is unforgettable.
This morning it dances off the harbor, all silverish saran, flicker and peak.