Beach-combing and a forest adventure


shell on kneeI search for the smallest seashell on the shore. Mosquitoes suck at me, and I foolishly scratch a bite on my ankle until it swells up to a disturbing size. Kayakers scurry by, but don’t say hello, maybe greeting us with a slight tip of the paddle, maybe ignoring us altogether. Two days ago I went off-island and explored a river bank in a mill town. Face-high flowers didn’t make me sneeze. Industrial equipment, sturdy though rusted, poked up out of the forest’s landscape and seemed more like treasure than trash. Back home, I peer into the woods in hopes of spotting deer. It sounds like rain is dropping off of leaves, but it’s the leaves dropping off of trees. Already.


Jenna Beaulieu

About Jenna Beaulieu

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