Counting fish

It was a day when the ocean lay still, merging its salty wetness with the dank side of the sky and the air was thick with fish, so thick that you could see them—in full color, I might add—darting and turning through the edges of waves before losing their way in the deep. There were … More Counting fish

Granite Bay

The summer sun is long gone and with it, one might think, the lure of the shore.  But though I will admit to being clearly partial to the warmth of the sun, I cannot deny the stark, cold winter attraction of New England’s rocky shores and its cobble beaches. Wave-battered rocky shores are common throughout … More Granite Bay