Wednesday, July 3, 2013
on living in Salem (and HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRIAN!)
..I bring my two-year-old son down to the edge of the water. The sand is sludge, and the weather’s warm enough to let him soak his shoes through. The low tide left a porous sponge of beach where our footprints don’t last a second, and clam-holes eject spurts and gurgles. Messy crabs, smaller than nickels, manage the motes around stones that are half-buried. I show one of these crabs to him, and as I point at it, it shimmies down under a thin layer of sand-grains...
(From the first article in a series that Brian is writing about living in Salem for Art Throb Magazine. Read the rest of the piece HERE.)