The traffic through the channel here at the Clothesline Dock in North Cove is mostly pleasure boats, but every decade or so, a vehicle like this comes through to clean up the silty sediment that accumulates over time. The work itself seems to be synced to the tides; bringing new sound – not unpleasant – to sleep and dreams.
A Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud II, circa 1962, that just happened to be in the neighborhood. R-R first blipped on my radar screen in the mid 60’s via the television show Burke’s Law. This car reminds me of our family car back then – a 1951 Dodge (and really I understand your amusement). That Dodge was one of the first automobiles I photographed, with a Kodak Instamatic, my first ever camera.
The joint is jumping in the summer, but come the offseason, not so much.
Today I was talking about FL with a Tai Chi classmate (local Y, great class) who was telling stories of Key West: ” You have to bring another liver…”
It’s that time up here in New England when we start dreaming (and talking) about white sandy beaches and warm breezes (even though it was in the mid-50s a couple of days ago).
Night falls quickly in mid autumn here; the extended twilight – so sublime just three months ago – barely remembered.
Now, there’s a chill in the air before the sun even sets, and we readily head indoors – to light and warmth – ceding the dark to what roams the nighttime vastness of northern New England.
But oh our wild hearts! And so we are bound, to pause at the door, and reach back to the landscape, for all those things a hearth and home simply cannot contain.