Sunday, September 8, 2013

East Coast

So when I say I am going to the east coast, I mean just that...going to various points along the coast that stretches from (for me) southern Maryland to Boston...all points between.




At Ingrid and Geoff's house, we are just two blocks from the east coast...the point at which this continents slips beneath the waves of the Atlantic or, in this case, Long Island Sound. From the old Norse, "sund," meaning strait...via old English and, then, English.
But, yes, it is having to do with water....and the lives that people living on the coast lead. A humid life...given the moisture in the air...such a contrast to Colorado...but one that now participates in the sea as if it were just a form of recreation...












or of physical beauty...providing a backdrop for daily life...viewing the water from the windows of our houses...or viewing our houses from the vantage of the water...




Either way the east coast is this geologic line where the sea meets the land...once it was the life-blood, the highway, the font of commerce, the passage to this continent from other continents...still it defines a cultural and economic paradigm...all along the perimeter between walking on solid, if soggy at times, ground and swimming in, or under, the waters.

Location:Cranston, Rhode Island