Spending a little time in the Low Country. Regular programming will resume shortly.
There’s a big tidal pool in front of the house where we’re staying, an artifact left from the finger-painting and re-arranging session Hurricane Matthew had along the coast here. A big chunk of the island to the north was amputated and deposited here, trapping a lagoon between the dunes and the surf. Wildlife moved in quickly to take advantage of it.
In just a few minutes spent scanning the pool from the porch, I see these mergansers, storks, Great Blue and Great White Herons, egrets in three varieties, pelicans, sandpipers, and, of course, several types of gulls.
Foggy when we arrived, the wind is now strong out of the north, cold and spitting rain. The surf is looking vengeful. Maybe warm enough for a walk in a couple of days.
Milky Way, Shooting Stars
Meadow in front of borrowed cabin
Brooklin, Maine
Spending a couple of days here in the “Boat-building Capital of the World.” Strangely, it’s a smaller town than our own small town. Lots smaller.
Staying in a borrowed cabin in the woods. The night sky is amazing.
So are the boats.
postcards from the road