Friday, June 15, 2012

Some Thoughts

On an incredible sunny day when every blade of grass and all the lupines stand tall we hiked.

I love the shape of the rocks -- humps protruding from the earth.

In the late afternoon we sat at the rocks and read to the ocean's melodies--an insistent repetition.

Lobstah dinner. There was a Texan who needed help, "What do I do with this?"
Then there was a woman who managed to totally clean the lobster--totally clean--a professional.

There's nothing like a Maine lobster cooked outside--


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