Hello again, Rainshadow readers. You may have noticed last fall that, after six months of periodic postings on this site, we went dark. We didn’t succumb to the plague, but were disheartened, as colleague Karen Sullivan puts it, by “the chaotic few months around the election that diverted public attention to matters that felt more apocalyptic than reflective of news and information about small-town life.”
“ It’s hard to write,” Karen adds, “when you feel like you’re circling the drain.”
We have averted the drain. The days grow longer, the daffodils are blooming, schools of herring returning to spawn. And so we’re back, hopefully to stay a little longer. In the days and weeks to come, we will post our observations about boats, birds, home and homelessness – the culture and ecology of life here in the far corner.
A reminder: We are a loose collective of writers, photographers and journalists who share an interest and commitment to where we live. We welcome your thoughts, your photos or literary efforts.
Onward and upward.