We listened to pounding surf all night, accompanied by high winds and rain. It was quite the spring storm for the first half of the day.
Gilley Beach at 10 a.m. high tide:
It was a perfect morning to go to Dan and Cynthia’s for cottage cheese pancakes with friends:
Then we went over to the Co-op to pick up some crabs for appetizers (before lobster risotto for dinner.)
Notice how quiet the water is in the harbor? It’s pretty well protected from those easterly winds. Bruce is hamming it up with the crabs.
Somehow the seagulls totally missed this piece of bait dropped on the ramp. I’m glad I didn’t. The spontaneous composition really appealed to me.
Gilley beach at the end of the day. Low tide, less wind, and clearing sky.
Bruce and I try to walk together every afternoon, though he has become such a badminton fanatic that his games often compete with our walk schedule. No badminton on Sundays, so today we walked to the old Coast Guard Station. (Now a private home.) It’s a walk we take quite often and if the tide is low, I like to walk back along the beach where it’s only sandy at the lowest tide. Bruce knows that means I want to look for rocks and beach glass. He wants to get home sooner so he walks back on the road.
I did not find the fascinating little pieces I always hope to pick up, but I did find inspiration in the lines and patterns left by the receding water.
Sunny Saturday, low tide.
Yesterday’s snow is still on the mountains of Mount Desert Island, but not on the beaches of Little Cranberry Island.
Tonight is one of those nights. I’ve been on the computer pretty steadily with this and that since this afternoon. Right now, a daily post feels a little like homework I have put off until the only option is to pull an all-nighter or get an F. Hey, but wait a minute, I’m not in school. No homework for me!
Instead, here are a few images from a winter walk on the beach at low tide: