(Sep 8 ) Ran back to Cordwood Landing Park one last time for twilight photos.
The water crashing onto the beach always reminds me of Billy now. It frightened him as a puppy.
Blurry ferns suggest it was breezy
I confused an earlier photo with this one. This is the one where you couldn’t see the people fishing.
(Aug 29) The never-ending August continues. Having gone right from the house to Cedar Beach, I next went left to Cordwood Landing County Park. It is a strange place with a path that’s hard to follow. Is this tl;dv; ? (view) I took around 300 photos, so I’m only posting about a sixth of them. Five pages to click through.
As so often we do, our journey begins with a sign.
Vivid.
Unfortunately I don’t remember exactly what the difference is.
Additional guidance provided by the sawhorse.
No, that’s not the clubhouse in the park.
It already feels like it gets dark early.
Exhibit B. I think I like B better.
We continue our journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of …
(Aug 23) It is still August on this photoblog (forever?).
I start again, down Harbor Beach Road.
The harbor in Harbor Beach Road
One of the many birds in the area.
There are a variety of different “views” here.
Where it all began. I learned and scraped here.
I’ve been trying to get a bee in flight forever.
I’ve never seen anyone actually sitting here.
In all these years, I’ve never been on this path before.
It’s just like this one!
Yet one more place nature is prohibited from nature.
Someone perhaps didn’t get the memo
This place is in many ways the opposite of the WTC
And then back out toward home.
I like how this looked from the street
Even going on estimates with Pete beats spending all day in my little room. As does cleaning out containers.
For sale. Contents of two containers. About 1000 LP albums. Inquire Within.
This will be the new default image for Benevolence Reloaded