Thursday, August 15, 2013

Porthole - Tumbleweed


Can you almost feel the lazy way that the crawfish is just moving along with the slow current in the estuary waterways?  

When we were kids my family was invited to stay with cousins at Southold in Long Island every summer. It was a grand home with a view of Shelter Island.  My brother Ted and I were allowed to play in the tidal flats all day long, catching gar fish and hermit crabs.  As an adult I searched out the property and found that this whole world that we imagined was just the beach in front of the house!  

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