Fog

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.

The Quiet After The Storm

Who could have guessed that the North Fork and Atlantic Coast would experience an earthquake and a hurricane turned tropical storm within a five day span in the last week of August.   Winds caused the greatest damage on the North Fork blowing down compromised and shallow rooted trees knocking out power lines and landline phone service, but on the whole, damage to property, farm crops and grapes was minimal and the utilities have promised full service to be restored to all areas soon.

Early Wednesday morning we went down to the Peconic Bay to see how the waterfront had fared and were pleased with what we saw, perfectly calm water stretching from the North Fork to the South Fork and the East Creek was as we ideally remember it.

Three Views of East Creek

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