January 10, 2012 Walking the Wildwood Beach at Dusk

On beach late in afternoon of beautiful day. Warm in 40s. Dusk is gathering, ducks gently quacking, mauve sky colors, blessed quietness.

How clear the edges of the pointed firs are at dusk, etched by tangential rays of light. Gulls soaring, buffleheads gracefully flying and landing, so softly on the water in beautiful flocks.

First Day of 2012

Winslow Park, Freeport, Maine, on the first day of the new year. As Hemingway was the master of simple declarative sentences, so is this beautiful, sunny morning by the sea a master of simple, yet elegant, declarative sentences. Earth, how sweet is the fruit of thy womb. I am content.