Bay of Fundy Archipelago, New Brunswick, Atlantic Ocean, waves, soundscape,
I walk this beach daily. Daily, I walk a neonate beach. A palimpsest of layers and shapes that shift and change with each wave, a reminder that water is a shapeshifter, one of nature’s tireless sculptors. Waves that break in high crystal explosions against tide-bare outcroppings. Waves that display mellower moods, offering mergansers gentle rides over rolls curling around previously battered outcroppings.
These mellower waves react; they do not demand. They let the shore define their shapes in patterns. Like a tailor laying down a ribbon, they follow the shore, extending rolls to their final curl and surrendering ...