When I’m blue, I fear my quietness is irreversible. I imagine my rib cage as a large ancient cathedral, and my voice is a small girl huddled in a dank corner. I wait for a day of full sun. I want it so full and everywhere at once there can’t be any shadow.
Jenna is a writer and fine art photographer who recently moved from the Saint John Valley region to the quiet side of Mount Desert Island. She’s a fan of excellent music, homemade gravy, and colored pencils (also, short books and long books, good pens, flannel, and when the June bugs don’t really come out much that year). For more about Jenna and her work, visit her website at www.jennabeaulieu.com