May 22, 2012

Sound Shore at Depot Lane

A low sun at seven thirty last Friday cast a golden glow on a sand dune with it's weathered trees to the west and on the flat sandy beach to the east, the start of a beautiful, quiet evening.

May 4, 2012


The fog comes

on little cat feet

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.

C. Sandburg

Not long ago I awoke to one of the softest mornings I can recall.  Fog had come in during the night so thick that I couldn't see where my backyard meets the orchard.  In fact, I really couldn't see much of anything at all.  The thought occurred to me, now is the time to take some photographs!   By the time I reached the Cutchogue Harbor Marina it was beginning to slowly lift, muting sound, wrapping me in it's warm blanket.

This marks the fourth anniversary of
From The North Fork.