Flight to Quality
The family gathered on the tip of the North Fork this weekend to celebrate my grandmom’s 80th birthday. I stayed at a cozy bayfront cottage and soaked up the retreat from the bustling world. Golf was played, skin was burned, the Laptop, Cell, and TV were shut off, and the blog was, alas, neglected. To describe more would make me feel dirty, dirty like Thoreau installing direct TV in his forest cabin.
My brother had to rise at 6 to churn the butter for breakfast. So rustic was our existence.
See ropes? Sea ropes.
Standing on posts makes me deep.
This bird has a rock in its eye and an eye in its mouth.
A macro shot that turned out well.
Windswept Stacey in front of the abode.