East to the Atlantic, with Cape Ann rounding in from the right
View from the wildlife viewing tower at Parker River National Wildlife Refuge on Plum Island, in far northeastern Massachusetts.
Lots of people visit Plum Island to see birds, and we did see birds (mainly in the waterbird category) when we visited on Monday. I just didn’t get any great bird pics.
Looking northeast from the tower; barrier island east, marsh west
It was, however, one of those intense atmospheric late winter days we get when the sun is hot and sharply bright, the air is cool and dry, the ocean is cold metal, sea and sky are on fire with the color blue, and spring seekers experience a rising of spirits, a sort of convection of the soul.
And they might as well look up, as there is nothing growing out of the sand or mud, or springing from the tips of craggy twigs quite yet.
A dune-shaped boardwalk
We could see pawprints of fox and mice in the sand on either side, and wind-driven circles around each solitary blade of dune grass.
I found a pair of little-girl sunglasses and took a self-portrait with my new latest-version iPhone, then made an Instagram pic that I shared on Facebook.
The pilot on a day off: John, sea and sky
“Why is almost every robust healthy boy with a robust healthy soul in him, at some time or other crazy to go to sea?” – Herman Melville, Moby Dick
The question is the answer, I think.