Almost every Spring I come here. The salt air and bird song,
clear away the winter webs.
My mother loved this island, it's otherworldliness.
The Native Americans believed
it to be the spirit world.
So do I.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
4 comments:
wow wow, i love this post... beautiful pictures.
so peaceful looking....wondering where the stone path leads to...
Helaire: It does appear quite mysterious... It is a very peaceful place (before the brine flies arrive). So nice to hear from you! Hope you are doing well. xoxo, G
being miles away, in rainy paris (france) how i envy you surrounded with so much peaceful beauty
Post a Comment