We made it through this end of the world. I've forgotten how many I've survived so far; a half-dozen, at least. Just as well. I've still got things I want to do.
These photos, from a misty April day in 2009 on Crescent Beach, seemed apropos:
|The tide was so low, the tide flats so ample, that waders and walkers at the edge were lost in the mist. There's a large boat out in the channel, and a heron or two, besides.|
|Do you see the girl in red?|
|Looking in the opposite direction, towards the mainland, the view is clearer. It's still a long, long way away.|