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Journal of a Sabbatical |
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February 21, 2000 |
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Today's Bird Sightings:
Today's Reading: Winter: from the Journals of Henry David Thoreau edited by H.G.O Blake
Copyright © 2000, Janet I. Egan |
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I walked on the beach for a long time just drinking in
the sun and the waves and the (mild) cold. I love the winter
beach. Two girls from Connecticut asked me if Emerson Rocks were seals. They pointed to the rocks and asked "What are those?" They'd been discussing it among themselves and with their Aunt for some time. "Rocks" I replied. "Really? Aren't they seals?" "Nope, harbor seals aren't nearly that big. Sometimes at low tide the seals haul out on these rocks, but they're really and truly rocks." The girls were not convinced despite the fact that the rocks weren't moving and gulls were perched on them, also herring gulls were using them to smash mussels - generally something they do with rocks. The Aunt explained that they were visiting her from Connecticut, as if that answered some question I had. They wanted to know if I live on the island. No but I might as well... I checked Salisbury Beach for any interesting gulls, but didn't see them if they were there. Could've used a scope I guess. About 10 seals were hauled out on the rocks by Butler's Toothpick (much more favorite seal place than Emerson Rocks). Oldies Marketplace was open for the holiday, so I browsed
the worthless junk and valuable antiques even though I'm not
a big shopper. What I like about Oldies is that they arrange
the junk in little (or big) vignettes, kind of like a 3-D
collage/assemblage. Sometimes they set up rooms furnished
with the object I devoted the rest of the afternoon to photographing as many snow men and I could find before dark. Some days you just have to do that. |
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