Beachcombing The Northeast
Scheduled for Publication in early 2016 by Down East Books, an imprint of Rowman and Littlefield
When I was a child I loved everything about the beach; the sand, the salty air, the cold damp concrete leading to the breakwater stairs, the sun in all its blazing glory forever attempting to peel the skin from my shoulders and nose, and the flotsam and jetsam the waves cast upon the shore arousing my adolescent curiosity. Most of all though, I loved the shells and other drift line booty left for the taking; skate egg casings, goose fish teeth, slipper shells and angel wings, calcified horse mussel shells and sand dollars, all gifts from the sea. This was the magic the beach held for me, and each day’s tide was a new experience.