*This post was originally hosted on another blogging platform (MSN Space to MSN Live and finally WordPress). When the content was transferred the media files were lost. I’ve chosen to add new photos rather than delete the posts. I try to match any updated content to previously posted comments. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t so the comments can seem to be out of context but I don’t want to delete any of them as they are a part of my blogging history.
The January thaw has brought unexpected rays of light to warm the thin winter air. The breeze rattles the rushes and heads out over the water. The beach mid season is a dangerous place. We walk along wary of the cliffs that are treacherous and soft melting along with the snow in the thaw. Bulging flows of clay seep through the cracks to pool in thick layers while run off steams in the warming air. A graceful gallery of driftwood, shaped smooth by waves, decorates the sandy path. Face down, one foot turned skyward, a bandit lays still having met its solitary end among the snow bleached fish heads and flotsam. The gulls are absent and the waves sing alone. Zebra mussels and mummified gobies crunch underfoot as the beach narrows and we skirt the icy waves. We turn our faces away from the breeze and the sun warms our backs as we head back up the beach.