In the scurrying before the next batch of winter storms, I came across these rare birds, sitting quietly like rare stone.
“In the tide pools — many of them, particularly about Thatcher’s Island, curious natural aquariums —the botanist can study and admire a great many species of algae. After one of the many north-east storms, so frequent on this coast during the spring and autumn, he will be well repaid for clambering over rocks and wading through pools along the shore searching for them.”
Dr. Henry Leonard
Pigeon Cove and Vicinity, pub. 1873
This pool is found on the far southwest corner of the island. Located beyond where the seagulls hang out it is available during low and mid-tides.
‘Daw,’ is Old Germanic for dawn; meaning – to rouse from sleep, to come to one’s senses. Poetically, it is the moment Aurora gently tips the elbow of night, beckoning morn light.
…within a whyle it dawyd is from Thomas Malory’s, The Death of Arthur.
Daw is always my favorite time
“Sinks whoever raises the great stones:
I’ve raised these stones as long as I was able…”
George Seferiades, Gymnopaidia Mycenae
The image is that of Frank Gaylord, Dean of American Stone Sculptors.
In the spring of 2008, I made my first visit to Barre,VT. to meet the curator, Patty Merriam, of the Vermont Granite Museum.
In my car I had a selection of the Cape Ann ‘Chapters on a Quarry Wall,’ installation which had shown at the Cape Ann Museum.
In the few hours of learning about Barre Granite, Hope Cemetary, and the abandoned quarries, I was especiallly captivated by the story of the existing master stone sculptors of Barre. And the photographic homage – Give Me Your Hands – was born.
The following link will take you to the start of the website, and also allow you to view the pages of the new book.
Yesterday I began to quote from Tennyson’s poem ‘Merlin and the Gleam.’
Several years after selecting a website named, “Follow the Gleam,’ I came across this poem, and the verses follow the quarry wall profile. Actually the words convey how the wall sits, awaiting on my response. Not for me to express myself through photography, but rather the wall expressing itself through me.
-Leslie Bartlett –
O YOUNG Mariner,
You from the haven
Under the sea-cliff,
You that are watching
The gray Magician
With eyes of wonder,
I am Merlin,
And I am dying,
I am Merlin
Who follow The Gleam.
MERLIN AND THE GLEAM
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON