New England is not a place where the horizon is always in view.
Nor an unbroken sky.
Yesterday we went looking for sky, and for horizon.
We drove down miles of dirt road, stopped, got out, leashed the dog,
and then we walked down a path.
Our distination: the shore of Tisbury Great Pond.
We get to the shore….
What a beautiful day…
It’s flat-out nice down here.