It’s 1887.
Melville is 68. R.L. Stevenson, 37. Robert Frost turns 13. Mark Twain is 52 and Walt Whitman, 68.
Emily Dickinson died a year ago. She was unknown, unpublished, almost unread by anyone. Her letter to the world wouldn’t be published for another three years.
My River
by Emily Dickinson
My river runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me?
My river awaits reply.
Oh! sea, look graciously.
I’ll fetch thee brooks
from spotted nooks.
Say, sea,
Take me!
I was linked to this a while ago from Hark! A Vagrant and with some friends prodding me finally checked it out. This is an amazing comic! I went to college right on the Hudson, so this hits a spot for me. The art is beautiful and I love where the story is going.
Very nice work on the steamy ambiance. There’s a great sense of depth there belowdecks. Quite a feat with charcoal.
Hope you have enough charcoal left to finish the story, after this page. ;^)
Returning every monday, wednesday and friday!
A friend of mine pointed me in the direction of this webcomic just this morning, and I’m so happy that he did! This is absolutely fantastic! I’m really thrilled with the gentle pacing, and I definitely plan on sticking around to find out what happens.
glad to have you aboard—welcome
If voyages were ever treated as noir then this will come pretty close if not the real thing!!!
Just got a link here from Aaron Diaz (of dresden codak)’s twitter. Absolutely wonderful. I’m fascinated by the history of the hudson river and that part of New York. There’s a certain magic and romance about it you don’t get in many parts of America. Beautiful pages. Keep up the great work, I know I’ll be here.