Memorial Day Weekend launched a peripatetic road trip in New England: first Rhode Island, followed by a couple of days on Nantucket, a quick jaunt to Maine, before returning to the Midwest. There are lots of photos sitting here, and on my camera, too.
We ventured to Popham Beach, to see more ocean and a couple of lighthouses. The tide was receding, leaving some fab finds behind.
It was vast and majestic, and everything seemed impossibly interesting, even the sand.
The clam shells were nestled amid the sand, almost like a clutch of eggs.
The astute among you, though, will not have forgotten those rocks in the first photo. Too much to resist, either in terms of climbing or photographing. Cold, arthritic fingers and a camera on the rocks? Yeah, after an hour or so, I finally dropped the phone, and rocks are an unforgiving surface. The phone is wounded, but still works. Distressing to look at, but functional. I’ve tried, though, and can’t get a picture of the shattered screen.