These are vignettes of experiences I had as a young boy visiting my grandparents island in Lunenburg Bay, Nova Scotia. The impression of the sea and the power of water were pressed deeply into me at a young age, in the way that the waves of a hundred thousand years imprint upon sand that in time become rock, fossilized, indelible in stone. This collection of vignettes is meant to capture that experience.
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