I think this image is one of my faves. There’s just something nostalgic about it. Who wouldn’t want to go Christmas tree shopping in an old vehicle? And what surfer wouldn’t want a vintage woody to strap their board to?
Narragansett, RI is famous for its seawall. It wraps around 3.5 miles of breathtaking Atlantic coastline. It’s where us locals go to catch our first whiff of spring and where every tourist HAS TO take their selfie.
So, without great detail, my image hints at the seawall. I have a friend who grew up in Newport, RI and said the card reminded her of the seawall there which is great. It’s a universal nod to our entire region.
I’m reminded of the phrase “Salt in my Veins”. I live that. I love that. I have traveled to many regions and encountered many seas, but only in New England do I inhale this distinct smell of rotting seaweed, fish and salt. It is so pungent and so strong. I’ve not smelled it in the south, nor the west, nor any countries abroad. It is a North Atlantic smell.
It’s what brings me to the seawall.
It’s how I know I’m home.