My fingers smooth over the surface back and forth slowly. Each card feels like suede. The soft matte finish is luxurious in my hands as my eyes admire the watercolor images. Symbolic yet straightforward, the pictures quickly relay the card's significance. This is such a treat for me. I imagine the moment equates...
Remains of the day...
by
Sonya M Fitzmaurice
- Wednesday, September 09, 2020
Both sides are beautifully green but uneventful as the vista scrolls above brackish water. Strong currents in shallow parts of the Hudson hurry our ferry along from Beacon. We are going to Pollepel, an island near the eastern bank of the Hudson River. But it isn’t the lush, rocky, wild island itself that...