Just days before, I’d heard an excited account of a gathering of a dozen and a half “woodies” in southern Maine. A good number of the surviving wooden station wagons, as I was told emphatically. So there I was, tooling along a misty Storrow Drive in Boston, when I came upon this Plymouth. Had to get proof, didn’t I? Even though I was driving in the rain …
When you go to the beach, you need to secure your snacks from the marauding gulls. Here one makes off with a bag of popcorn, which the bird promptly ripped open before a host of rivals flocked in.
Boats are tied up in a row along one dock in Newburyport, Massachusetts. The harbor opens into the Atlantic.It’s a great place to take off on a whale watch.The working harbor has treacherous currents, yet mooring comes at a premium. The mouth of the Merrimack River is on the horizon.
A small lizard, part of a family of reptiles informally called skinks, rests on the roadway. At least I assume it’s a skink. I’ll leave the final identification to others. It’s under two or three inches in length.I encountered the critter at the top of this incline while walking in Henniker, New Hampshire.