I have my own fireplace now.
Ask people where they go when they want to get away and they will talk about a secret terrace, a small hidden garden or even just their balcony. For me my escape is my brain…my thoughts.
Herein: one of many islands off the coast of Boston. This isn’t a “post no bills,” “do not advertise” sort of thing, people just don’t…
How can one field mean so much?
Into the Woods
The Quest for a sanctuary, peace of mind, and a stick.
Story and Photos by Lisa Dukart