The gulls on the shore are making love, their screeching voices and flapping wings announcing the arrival of new life. There is enough fish in these clear waters for generations to come.
We are relaxing in the cockpit after a rush getting the sailboat ready before dark for an early morning departure.
We've said our goodbys to our friends here, promissing to keep in touch, and to come back, escaping another New England winter.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
The Young
The gulls on the shore are making love, their screeching voices and flapping wings announcing the arrival of new life. There is enough fish in these clear waters for generations to come.
We are relaxing in the cockpit after a rush getting the sailboat ready before dark for an early morning departure.
We've said our goodbys to our friends here, promissing to keep in touch, and to come back, escaping another New England winter.
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