One of our favorite art pieces, a white birch wall hanging by local artist Paul Schick! What makes his work unique is that he can make the sculptures and shape, width, and size, and they are easy to hang! We love being able to showcase local artwork!
The Jessup Trail
The birch forests in Acadia National Park in Maine send my mind into another lifetime, one where I might have been Russian. It is said that when Russians are abroad they tremble in the knees should they see birches. Берёзы remind one of home.
The first full day in Acadia was a foggy one, good for exploring woods. The filtered light came out really well. Here are several shots from different places in the park.
As the wood creaks under my bare toes, and my skin drags in fright, polishing the wooden surface, I realize the unexpected: the well kept wood, polished by white lace fingers and royal wax feet is filled with maggots.
They eat at the birch flesh that I now disgustingly tingle with the tips of my toes; it wails in my ear, sensitive to my untrammeled movements – I torment it in the morning light of the sole, unreachable window.
I walk, run, fret to the window, but I never quite reach it. When I almost touch it with the tips of my trembling fingers, and try to fall exhausted at it’s sill, I find even more stairs between me and it.
The more I try and walk to freedom, the more the maggots turmoil – I can feel them sliding between the nooks and knots and fibers of everything.
Maggots nip at my flesh while I make a run for escape. But I never reach the window; I am cursed.