We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Photo is a beach we frequent on Wellfleet Harbor. At low tide, it's all oyster mudflats and the boats here lie on their sides in the mud. The tidal differences in Cape Cod Bay can be as much as 6-12', depending on the moon cycle and location. Where are all the people? Wellfleet beaches have lots of privacy, few people.
Lovely quote, Bird Dog, and beautiful picture, especially to one whose visions of the sea shore are tainted with oil and oil-soaked sea birds, and all the ugliness of the Gulf Oil gusher, which still is, well, gushing.
Thanks for the reminder that this, too,will pass, if we can just hang on.