The College of the Atlantic has one of the most spectacular campuses in the world. Fact! It was patched together from several grand old estates so it still has a couple of Victorian “summer cottages” and even some remnant gardens by Beatrix Farrand. And then there’s the view – it’s set on a bluff overlooking Frenchman Bay, with granite ledges, cliffs, a sturdy dock and a small pebble beach. One of these days I’ll have to give you a photo tour. I end up there more often than I’d expect since my friend Eddie runs a tour boat from the college dock, and my husband keeps Eddie’s sound system running smoothly. So either I’m waiting for a boat ride, as in this post, or waiting for my husband, as I was today.
For some reason, there is always a lot of sea coal on this little beach, and last time I wrote about it, I’d been killing time by drawing on stones.
When I finished beachcombing this time (which didn’t take long because at high tide the beach is just big enough to hold the school kayaks) I played with stones again.
In the still life: Fishing ropes, schist beach stone, Dog Whelks (Nucella lapillus), sea coal, driftwood, Common Periwinkle (Littorina littorea), cone (possibly Hemlock), birch bark (Betula papyrifera)
