Photo by Will ColletteImagine
a marvel of nature that changes itself every six hours: new views, new sounds,
new smells, four times a day.
Of
course, that s what the tides do at the shoreline. This is most beautifully
done in salt marshes. That s what captured me.
First,
it was the smell the mix of rotting beach grass and crab shells that, in
another context, meant that a first grade classmate had just cut a fart.
How
could that methane smell be so evocative when driving by a salt marsh and so
repulsive when it s issued from the dorsal side of a kid in Miss Von Bargen s