Marsh
February 12, 2018 § 2 Comments
Click on the link above (just below the photograph) to view a slideshow of this marsh at different times of the year.
Seventeen months ago, I moved to a small fishing village on the back side of Mount Desert Island and found myself drawn, day after day, to the beauty here at the edge of this marsh.
I have been away from the island a month now, traveling across northern New England where dear friends have warmly welcomed me into their homes to visit and share stories and write. In my writing and in my dreams, I keep returning to the changing light, the changing days at the edge of land and sea.
My travels draw to a close the end of this week. Soon I will be back in Bernard, wandering through the woods off Leffingwell Road, scrambling across the seawall at Back Beach, standing before this marsh on Lopaus Point.
Here on this island where the land has been shaped and marked and protected, here at the edge of this marsh where the sea speaks to me of danger and desire – here, I feel on the threshold of something that is tender and sweet and complicated and uncertain and hopeful.
Martha Andrews Donovan: One Writer's Excavation 
Beautiful Martha. Just beautiful!
T.
On Mon, Feb 12, 2018 at 12:18 AM, Martha Andrews Donovan: One Writer’s Excavati
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Thanks, Tracy. That means a lot to me – I know you understand well the urgency and beauty of the landscapes that draw our attention, these places that enter our dreams and our work.
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