For a few moments the sun appeared before being blocked by thick clouds above the horizon.
As someone who loves the absurd and whose introduction to humor and history was the story of how Abe Lincoln was born in a log cabin that he helped his father build, I love Plymouth.
And, sincerely, I mean no disrespect by this.
I love that this rock
has this type of presentation:
From here you can see Cape Cod on the far horizon … where the pilgrims landed before coming to Plymouth.
There was much hardship and many died during the first year. I just don’t think they are all buried under that monument. But that’s okay.
I will save the 17th century version of “an enemy of my friend is my enemy” for another day.
This morning I was in Hyannis to catch the early morning light. Spring is less than a week away but it sure didn’t feel like Spring was coming soon. With the snow in the foreground of these beach photos, it doesn’t look like Spring in near either.
Birds along the shore seemed to be waiting for Spring.
I guess we are due for yet another storm of the century.
The clouds coming in while the sun was setting over Craigsville Beach were really something else tonight.
One good thing about the annual St. Patrick’s Day Parade in Yarmouth is that the swans clear out of the areas near route 28 and congregate far from the commotion. This makes them easier for me to get close to further up Swan Pond.
I have been here many times but feel I could or should have come here more often.
The board walk is still closed off because of damage it took in a storm earlier this winter. But it was still a great night. Great views without freezing or being eaten alive by mosquitoes. And a big not quite full moon.