THE EBBING

KATE KOBOSKO

We are tired by the time we get back to the lot, our breath shallow and humid with salt. Our feet touch and his are sandy still from the island we walked today in the rain. I picked oyster shells oil slick in color, pocketed halved clam hulls large as my fist. I have a paper bag collection of these in my car, I hear them scuff and rattle like a breaking tide each time I take a turn too fast. I can’t stop thinking about the ways we’ve scarred ourselves, our planet. I gave up plastic, meat, single-use drug store bags. I make my own almond milk. It seems breathless, manic, the way I want these actions to add up. I hope in twenty years we can return to this beach and the dunes won’t have leeched into the sea. I want to hear about divers finding mollusks living centuries before the ocean folds them home in her palm.

SHELLTER, SIA WINDIG

SIA WINDIG reveals hidden beauty. In her work as a content editor, she brings themes, companies, and people to light. In her macro photography, she likes to play with what nature gives at that moment, be it light, wind, tides or frost. She guides people to look at the world from a different perspective to evoke a sense of wonder and a need to protect all that is precious. The Dutch coast is an important place for her inspiration.