31 january

the bitter cold has kept me indoors and i begin to feel the loss of the natural world as my constant companion there is a stirring within me to walk the beaches and the small woods of this rather tiny island exploring the lines of the horizon the lines of dawn the lines of the Atlantic as it laps the shore ~ across the street at dog beach a small dingy washed up on shore during the nor'easter we had just after New Years ~ many years ago another storm washed up the big wooden structure in the foreground the semi-circular pieces you see are for holding some type of oars I have no idea what it once was i tell the boys it is part of an old pirate ship ~ the very first house you can see, the green one, is our house ~ the market was on my list of things to do yesterday the list i put aside in favor of searching through every single drawer and file for a single piece of paper that, as it turns out, we never had to begin with th