Doesn't matter what age you are, but there's something about the beach in Maine that draws one's eye to the ground. As a kid I used to collect all sorts of shells, bits of driftwood, sea glass, mica, and stones. And truth be told, I still do it sometimes ~ all part of an uncontrollable tendency to create order out of nature. I added a few more images to flickr. And lest you think I had a string of beautiful sunny days on my vacation, let me assure you that there was rain. Lots of it! It is just not that fun to photograph in a downpour (which is why they invented books, needlepoint and hot tea). Lots more to share (including a house tour), so stay tuned. Cheers.
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Glad you are back with wonders for us to behold. Have you read Olive Kitteridge? It was set in Maine reminded me slightly of Winesburg Ohio. Ah the need—compulsion—to create order out of nature. Must return to pruning my back garden where neglected trees have muscled out all sunlight.
Gorgeous pics. Looks a bit like here! And I'm glad you're back too . . . morning blog-visiting just isn't the same without JCB updates (and thanks for the kind words over at Little Augury awhile back).
Did I hear the magic words - housetour? I can't wait!
Welcome back!
Thank you all. It is good to be back and I am looking forward to catching up with each of you!
Home Before Dark ~ I have not read Olive Kitteridge, but have heard good things.
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