… in every location i find myself in i discover spots that channel primal things… on Block Island one of those spots is the tip of the island beyond the north light house… in this spot the land disappears under the water, diminishing to a narrow point before disappearing… the sound and the Atlantic meet each other here, waves coming from each direction, battling across the narrow spit of land…

… it is a wild place, albeit on a small scale… it has always been a preferred spot for seagulls… in recent years a colony of seals has made it their home…

… seals, i learned, are distantly related to dogs… they are curious and will hang out in the water watching you, looking like dogs waiting for something to fetch… they keep their distance mostly, but sometimes come in closer for a better view…

… the head of one bobs on the waves to the upper right…