But I was momentarily distracted by the full moon.
We'd watched Boston's Esplanade fireworks on television. Then we had our own private exhibition.
This morning is bright but very, very breezy. Here's the cottage.
Down at the dock, the marigolds are blooming in the boat house windowbox.
And right on time, the big white boat comes steaming down the Bay. This time I framed it between two tree trunks.
While here this weekend I arranged for a re-creation of one of my most favourite photos of me here by the Big Lake.
Same shirt (somewhat faded and missing a button or two). Same sneakers. Same cup in hand. Same photographer. No socks. Different trousers (if I had the ones worn in the '92 photo I believe they'd still fit.)
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