Seaside Scenes from September 17

As I walked onto the beach, the sand and sea elicited the same feeling in me that it did years ago on a shore many miles away.  The calm, the awe, the inspiration.  I could dig out the essay I’d written that day, but I dare say it’d be the same today (though hopefully a bit more linguistically advanced!).

Sometimes it’s nice when place and sense take us down a familiar path.

Block Island, full speed ahead.

Block Island, full speed ahead.

A ribbon of sea and sand

A ribbon of sea and sand

pink house

Rose hips and tide rips

Rose hips

 

 

Tides of rip . . .

Tides of rip . . .

Gifts from the sea

 

 

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