Hello! I’m Jeremy Beaudry and this is my current (digital) home in the world (wide web).*
* It's a work in progress.
I walked into the woods and found the sun, and the sun found my face, and a chill turned warm and the world was right for a moment.
Unseasonably warm in late October — does “unseasonably” even register anymore? — so I ride north towards Adamant to capture the last remnants of autumn. Stubborn flecks of gold and umber cling to trees. Green grasses stand oblivious to the coming hard frost that will surely topple their proud posture. The gnats (a mainstay of Adamant) chase me off the pond’s edge, but I know what’s in store for them too.
Tucked between Lake Champlain and Burlington’s South End, I trespass the Vermont Railway yard to stand small in the presence of hulking metal machines at rest. Sunlight sets behind the Adirondacks to the west, throwing my shadow into the dark recesses of the train works. The Green Mountain engine waits. The shadows slide up the rusted patina. Oily steel winks briefly, and I move on.
Lumbering over the choppy water in a dented aluminum canoe, we paddle hard for a small cove on the far side of the lake. Soon enough the wind subsides in the treelined pocket and we drift quietly over glassy black water. The altarpiece, worn by weather, waits majestically. We have nothing to offer other than attention and whispers.