And in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before,
and which shall never be seen again. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Plum Island

I'd gladly spend any given Sunday on Plum Island, watching the breeze gently rocking tall blades of grass.

Rockport

We drove out to Rockport in May.
Sitting on Helmut's porch by the water sipping a coffee, it was a perfect day.