
Somehow, this one evaded the ravenous deer.
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

Somehow, this one evaded the ravenous deer.

We watch them grow up from visit to visit to our yard.



Home grown, of course.

You can walk there only at low tide.

No traffic inside the Cobscook Shores public preserve.




They’re with us all summer.

When the blooming finally hits New England, it can catch our breath.

Even when you step back.

At low tide, the remains of the four-masted ship are fully exposed. Built in Shackford Cove, she had returned for maintenance when she caught fire and sank.

Here’s another perspective.

Those are salmon pen farms, should you be interested.

And that’s the point, in Cobscook Bay.