Walk through the dunes and the scrubby pines until the path ends and the whole of the salt marsh stretches out before you, where the river meanders through the grasses until it reaches the sea. There’s a hawk hunting where the trees meet the marsh and he works a small tight grid, swooping and banking in the November air. And there you’ll find a quiet place for you to sit, alone but not lonely.
Prints are available at Ali Crehan Photography.
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