Aerodynamic

It’s a bright west-windy day. Clear and 53˚.

Warm in sun

I saw beef cattle in a field in Rye yesterday. I went back with my camera today.

Seal Men at Wallis Sands

In wetsuits they look like superheroes, which you kind of have to be to surf the North Atlantic in March.

Isles of Shoals beyond.

Looking back

Mirror reflects the eastern end of Atlantic Ave. where it meets the ocean and Ocean Blvd.

You can keep your crocuses. The ocean is going all greeny with the spring phytoplankton bloom, one of my favorite, most-longed-for annual events in nature.

Celebration
by Denise Levertov

Brilliant, this day – a young virtuoso of a day.
Morning shadow cut by sharpest scissors,
deft hands. And every prodigy of green –
whether it’s ferns or lichens or needles
or impatient points of buds on spindly bushes –
greener than ever before. And the way the conifers
hold new cones to the light for the blessing,
a festive right, and sing the oceanic chant the wind
transcribes for them!
A day that shines in the cold
like a first-prize brass band swinging along
the street
of a coal-dusty village, wholly at odds
with the claims of reasonable gloom.