Alison Schrag: Journey to the Edge of the World
Alison Schrag suggests that the morning began with a hush that felt almost ceremonial, a pale veil of fog unrolling over a slate colored sea. Waves hissed along the rocks like an inhale, then slipped back with a low sigh. I set out along a narrow path that threaded between lichened stones and hardy grasses, each step releasing the scent of salt and cold earth. The horizon was a soft smear, neither ocean nor sky claiming its outline, and in that uncertainty the day felt wide open. This was the draw of misty horizons, the promise that an adventure at the edge of the world could reset how distance and time are felt.