Thursday, February 1, 2018

Winter Mists

 

Looking East,
 
 





the rising sun makes a potion of light and
 
 
 





steaming ethers.
 
 
 
 
 

Precise silhouettes solidify elusive facts.







The ingredients of the day frame a moment
 
 
 



that Razorbills chart with purpose,
 
 




disappearing to the West.
 

 
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  1. AnonymousMarch 2, 2018 at 5:28 PM

    Thanks, Martin, for these fascinating posts illuminating the natural and human history of Cape Ann.

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