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Friday, January 1, 2016

On New Years Day

Yeah, you'll never guess which tune's playing on the old internal turntable this morning, eh?

My neighbors are used to seeing me berobed, beslippered, hair doing a great impression of an abstract expressionist painting, camera in hand, dashing down the seawall steps at stupid early o'clock most mornings. This is what I'm up to:
A blue/grey gorgeous New Years Day 2016
January of last year
In February, I had to climb over and through the snowbanks to get a glimpse of the icefilled bay
March
April
A silvery May morning
June
Morning light reflecting off the sandy shoreline in July
A view from the porch in August
September sunrise on Nantasket Beach
October
A fiery November dawn
and a fuzzy, muted December morning.

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