(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 …