Notes from the Marsh House: A Poetic & Photographic Travelogue

One of my favorite things in this world is traveling—and anytime I’m traveling, I’m writing. Today’s post is the accompanying poetic-recounting of my recent solo trip to Vilano Beach, FL and pairs with a podcast episode I recorded recently. If you’d like to listen to that episode, you can do so, here—Ink Speak Episode 49, “High Tide—The Magic of the Marsh House & the Wonder of Slowing Down.” The following is verbatim from my notes, as written during various points on that trip, including accompanying photos. As always, thank you for reading.

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First day here is a wander into town for groceries: strawberry salad, coffee creamer, yogurt. I pass by the Magic Beach Motel with the retro sign and bright yellow, peach and mint color palette. I stop to take photos of the neon sign and the bright pink flowers out front.

Then I make my way to the marsh house, a small two-story beach cottage across the street from the ocean. I move in and scatter my belongings like I will live here forever. I know a part of me always will.