WordPress saving-of-draft has failed. Taking with it five hundred or so carefully crafted words produced yesterday.
So, the heck with carefully crafted words…you just get minimally annoted pix, because the next morning (after the Beautiful Morning) is so warm that I’m going to grab a bite and go do some exterior painting.
To recap: I went to the beach at Quansoo, for sunrise. And perhaps to paint…
To step out on the beach was to see beauty.
Mist and fog was rising from the water.
In the distance, people were fishing.
A father and son were taking a pre-school fishing trip.
The rising of the sun was as an atomic blast. Considering that the sun actually is a stellar atomic furnace, that’s what it really was.
An old friend was there. Catching and releasing striped bass.
She’s one of the great anglers of Martha’s Vineyard.
There was the gentlest of northerly breezes, not even a breeze, which was pushing the night’s frost-chilled air onto the ocean, where it pulled mists from the swells.
On the way back home, it turned out that the gate was covered with frost. I scraped enough off to make a little snowball, and decided to come back in a couple of hours.
A couple of hours later, there were just a few drops of water remaining on the undersides of the gate’s bars. I wiped them off, sanded off the bumps and gloss, and rolled and brushed on coat number two of “Oliver Green”. The Oliver was a famous make of US farm tractor. It’s very green.
I’ll go down to the Quansoo Gate soon, once I’ve had second breakfast. Here it’s the first of November (Rabbit! Rabbit!) and it’s going to be in the sixties today.
Tomorrow may rain, but today I shall follow the sun.