Gull Times

Archive for September, 2017

As long as we’re moving

As long as we're moving


Empty benchs

Empty benches


Lost in the fog

Lost in the fog


It’s not all about the beach

Sometimes I walk 5ks

Sometimes I walk 5ks


The dwindling light

The dwindling light


Last day on the sand, perhaps

Last day on the sand, perhaps


It doesn’t have time to wait

It doesn't have time to wait


The drag

2017 has not been kind. It's torn a rip in my heart that will never heal. My Nantasket has provided me solace and moments of peace I have found no where else.  Forgive me for my sporadic posting of the most beautiful place this side of Heaven.

2017 has not been kind. It’s torn a rip in my heart that will never heal. My Nantasket has provided me solace and moments of peace I have found no where else.
Forgive me for my sporadic posting of the most beautiful place this side of Heaven.


Protest

I believe he's ready for the humans to leave the beach immediately so he can reclaim his peace.

I believe he’s ready for the humans to leave the beach immediately so he can reclaim his peace.