Deer Isle 1
December 11, 2016
I’m not going to be able to get out with the camera for a few days, so that means delving back into my archives for the next few posts. Going way back—2004—this series was taken on Deer Isle, Maine. Midwestern U.S. born and raised, I was captivated by the ocean shore and was lucky enough to spend a few hours at low tide. It took a while for me to realize—to my horror—that the crunching sound under my feet was my crushing of barnacles. I moved to where I would not murder any more.