We moved here in the fall of 2008 – from an urban life in St. Louis to a quiet life on Maryland’s Eastern Shore. When we spied a job on the internet for caretakers of a 200 acre waterfront estate, everything started moving quickly. We packed up 24 years of life, with 10 years worth of an art studio in a historic monument company, and handed the keys off to commercial tenants.
And just like that……….. we became Easterners again!
Helping the estate owners to deal with their inherited property was a good match for us, and we spent some 500 days living and working on the estate.
We watched osprey and bald eagles from the windows, collected seaweed from beaches for the compost pile, gardened, mowed, crabbed, fished, planted, painted, schlepped, cleaned, dealt with contractors, visitors, guests and arborists. Once the property was ready for vacation rentals and an eventual sale, we moved to a small village nearby.
Life in this rural section of Maryland is like living in another time, yet all the comforts of a modern life are present. Locals have been living off the land and water for generations. A rural economy, led by agriculture and the seafood industry has a different rhythm than the large city life we knew so well.
People eat locally here in a way I’ve never seen – food pops up out of the ground, swims up, flies in, falls out of trees, wanders into the field.
Winter is all about oysters, waterfowl, deer. Spring brings the shad run first, then every possible fruit and vegetable grow in season in this warm climate. Crabs start migrating up from the Atlantic in early winter, and arrive in the mid-shore by the season opening in April.
Perch bite as the water warms and by autumn, as the crabs begin to slink back down into the Bay, the geese and ducks arrive to winter on the Chesapeake by the millions. In December, the big rockfish (striped bass) can be found in the lower Bay, and the cycle starts again.
A Chesapeake Journal is all about life here – this life, this community, these friends, these local stories. And as I began to tell these stories, they kept coming out.
3 years later, I’ve become an accidental journalist. I find the people and stories of this land endlessly fascinating, and images and places and faces keep appearing on this page.
You can also see my work on the Talbot Spy – an online local newspaper.
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