A beautiful late afternoon here at the cottage, where I’ll be for a few days before returning home to Thanksgiving festivities. Right now as I sit on the deck, the atmosphere is clear enough for me to see the outline of a lighthouse that I’m usually not even aware exists; the sea is calm; there’s not sound out there.
Need I tell you that the cottage faces east? After all, where do I get all those sunrises. So, although no direct sunsets, I can delight in the play of light on the houses across the bay, and this evening, on the seagulls that are racing by as red birds. (The photo doesn't do justice to what is before me, but I did capture the birds in flight.)
Need I tell you that the cottage faces east? After all, where do I get all those sunrises. So, although no direct sunsets, I can delight in the play of light on the houses across the bay, and this evening, on the seagulls that are racing by as red birds. (The photo doesn't do justice to what is before me, but I did capture the birds in flight.)