...otherwise known as my
Before i put away my water shoes
and acknowledge that i've been back in
my country shoes for quite some time
and before it becomes all about leaves...
i am drawn back to the sea
oops, make that three ways.
First, i shall tell you about a field trip:
As October remained balmy in this next of the woods
it only seemed natural
to runaway for a couple of days.
find a pleasant coastline closer to home than the island.
i confess that i relish the discovering before the discovery:
the combing over maps
the scouring of guidebooks
the surfing on the 'net for places where i've yet to roam.
after all that
i chose a place on Long Island Sound
because it allowed us to spend most of the drive there
on quieter highways and even two-lane roads.
Surprisingly, Connecticut was obviously governed by
rich, unelightened souls when it comes to its coastlands
and has allowed all but a tiny portion of it to be taken into private ownership
making for very few public spaces on the water.
what is public is quite special
(off season, that is).
scrambled over magnificent boulders
and marveled at patterns in sand and stone
we could not resist the sea
in the surprisingly hot sun
we put on our suits
and frolicked and laughed
in the sea
in New England
And drank in the light
this post has been running through my mind
waiting for me to sit down and get it out into the ether
i see an invitation from Marly, the poet and novelist
to visit and discover the Moby Dick Big Read
(which is really, really cool and
after you are finished reading this post
do wait, please
get thee hence)
Marly's Moby Dick link took me back
in my heart and mind
to my time on the island this past spring.
As i wrote in my comment to Marly,
i was transfixed by the Gregory Peck movie
when it was shown to us in junior high school.
i was drawn to the book by Rockwell Kent's woodcuts.
i had tried to read it, once
but my impatient mind simply gave up it.
While on island this year, i finally listened to an audio version
What a surprise and delight to discover
just how much humor there is in it
and the exquisite language and story telling
all that deep meaning and allegory
which i simply could not have gleaned from the paper.
i would have stumbled too much, over a language my mind could not hear.
It's a handicap, i suppose
my impatient brain.
Anyway, i absolutely loved it.
that whale-shaped island has become a
permanent part of my soul
And, once again
i loved rummaging around in the ether
for illustrations to share with you
and found other little marvels
by Barry Moser
(if you click on the images
you'll find the page from whence they came)
Bo Bartlett's self portrait
is how i see Ishmael
i think of the men
the dangerous voyageous that were often counted in years
and their families
the women and children back on Nantucket
but also living adventurous lives
and running their world.
Which brings to mind the phenomenal
very much different
hand-stitched art of Susan Boardman
whose "embroidered narratives"
illuminate and celebrate the lives of
women who lived and shaped Nantucket
for 400 years.
Susan paints and dyes the fabric that is her canvas
and often carves wood and bone ornament to help tell individual stories
or illustrate life as it was and is
on a remarkable spit of sand that lies
30 miles out to sea.
i have not attempted to "lift" an image
from her website (which is brilliant in its own right)
but urge you to go there yourself
beginning with the piece she made
to serve as the cover of the monograph
for an exhibition of her work at the Nantucket Whaling Museum.
then, click to her home page.
Her works are small
composed of achingly tiny stitches.
A large basket of magnifying glasses
stood at the door of the exhibit.
Do click on individual pages of her work
so you can use the "magnifying glass" feature
to see details.
This one, of Wonoma, a native of the island
is one of my favorites
Susan also celebrates contemporary Nantucket women
and their gardens
This one, for Mary Eliza Starbuck
may be my favorite.
would you look at that...i've used up the entire day
with all those links and frolics.
Are you still here?
i am certain of one thing
when you have the time to look at Susan's work
you will be glad for it.
if you are even the teensiest interested
in the Great American Novel
do remember to click your way over to the
Moby Dick Big Read
(read by English men and women
but that's okay and actually wonderful
in its own way.
would those Brits listen to Americans
reading Dickens or Austen? i seriously doubt it.)
feast upon another wonderful work