observations ariving in Tadoussac as lockdown begins

Arriving in Tadoussac spring 2020, as the schools were closing in Montreal. A chance to leave the city, be with trees, rock, and the fjord. Self-isolating amongst the boreal birch tree, itself a symbol of renewal, the super moon, and the belugas, here since the ice age. The shipping traffic almost stopped, there is hardly a ferry crossing the fjord, the horizon is clear and despite the anxiety of the pandemic a new current was palpable- time to listen - time to act. This is a place, visited since early childhood, is where the waters feel as though they inhabit me.