8 Sisters

At a bend just near West Neck Marina there’s a spot I call the “8 Sisters” — 36 deg 41’ 36.3’ N / 76 deg 2’ 30.0’ W. I like the place because the root ball of a fallen cypress shows its liminal power to launch new opportunities— for grasses and flowers to inhabit formerly uninhabitable space. The surrounding vertical trees, the other “sisters,” testify to this truth about coastal dynamics.