August's end brought a very late morning glory, long afternoon shadows and watery blue skies as the sun prepares to do a disappearing act. Well, we had a good summer, a very good summer indeed. And now on towards storm season; new pieces of driftwood washed up on the beach to get acquainted with; and solidarity with the bad-weather walkers, a nod of acknowledgement — hello, yes, we're still out here, walking… good-bye to the fair-weather wimps who vanish after September.
They'll be missing out on the winter rainbows, the pink-seaweed-on-wet-cedar and, in October, the return of the bufflehead ducks to our shore. Oh, and the southeast gales that blow sheets of water sideways—they'll be missing that, too.